Vimes Stalked Gloomily Through The Crowded Streets,

People Don't Alter History Any More Than Birds Alter The Sky, They Just Make Brief Patterns In It.

I Know That I Am A Small, Weak Man, But I Have Amassed A Large Library; I Dream Of Dangerous Places.

My Experience In Amsterdam Is That Cyclists Ride Where The Hell They Like And Aim In A State Of Rage At All Pedestrians While Ringing Their Bell Loudly, The Concept Of Avoiding People Being Foreign To Them.

No More Words. We Know Them All, All The Words That Should Not Be Said. But You Have Made My World More Perfect.

Sometimes I Feel That The World Is Made Up Of Sensible People Who Know The Plot And Bloody Idiots Who Don't.