'You know, everyone kept telling me I wasn't in Ankh-Morpork so often that I believed it. But this embassy is Ankh-Morpork and, right now,' he hefted the bow, 'I am the law.' Sam? Yes, dear? I know that look. Don't hurt anyone else, will you? Don't worry, dear. I'm going to be civilized about it.

Uberwald was so thickly forested, so creased by little mountain ranges and beset by rivers, that it was largely unmapped. It was mostly unexplored, too. (At least by proper explorers. Just living there doesn't count.)

Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.

De syslet alltid. Stille, uavbrutt og interessert holdt de på med bitte små ting som oppfylte verden. Deres verden var rutet opp og privat, der var det ingenting som manglet. Som et kart hvor allting er oppdaget og beskrevet og det ikke finnes flere hvite flekker.

"Var ikke han litt rar," sa pappaen usikkert.
"Han var veldig rar," forsikret lille My. "Sprø på knollen."
Mammaen sukket og prøvde å strekke ut bena. "Men det er jo de fleste vi kjenner," sa hun. "Mer eller mindre."

"Have you ever heard the phrase, Living well is the best revenge?" "Where I come from, someone's head in a bag is generally considered the best revenge." "Well, ah, hm. Different cultures and all that."

It is worth noting that flood legends exist within the history, folklore, and mythologies of numerous, diverse cultures all around the world: they are far from being exclusive to Christian teachings or even to Mt Ararat and its immediate surroundings. As evidence of this, tales of gigantic floods overwhelming and pulverizing the planet in distant times have surfaced from nations as diverse as Wales, Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Finland, Greece, Korea, China, Argentina, Bolivia, Peru, and also among a whole variety of Native American Indian tribes. And the stories are astonishingly, and profoundly, very similiar in nature.

The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

Susan smiled at me, giving Molly the Female Once-Over - a process by which one woman creates a detailed profile of another woman based upon about a million subtle details of clothing, jewlery, makeup, and body type, and then decides how much of a social threat she might be. Men have a parallel process, but it's binary: Does he have beer? If yes, will he share with me?

En tradisjonell navaho ville i hvert fall aldri ha tatt slike sjanser med spøkelsessyken - eller enda verre, risikere å bli kalt heks - ved å grave blant knokler. De som trodde på historiene om hudvandrere, visste at de dødes knokler ble til små prosjektiler som heksene skjøt mot sine ofre. Leaphorn trodde ikke på sånt. De som gjorde det, var en sann forbannelse for alt politiarbeid.

Of course cats, Sir Stuart said, his voice faintly amused. As far as I can tell all cats. But they aren't terribly impressed with the fact that we're dead and still present. One rarely gets a reaction from them.

"So, who are you?" I asked. "And how can you help me?"
"You want to call me something, call me Captain. Or Jack."
"Or Sparrow?" I asked.

1. mars I dag ringte jeg Dabladet. Jeg sa hvem jeg vr. Jeg sa jeg var Bløtkakemannen. Nå vet de det.

Idiots emit bogons, causing machinery to malfunction in their presence. System administrators absorb bogons, letting machinery work again.

We have been sent here by our governments, an all of our governments are flawed, most of them disastrously. It's why history is such a bloody mess.

• Arkady

It was no problem for me to say I came from another world and could go back and forth in time in my emphysemic old Tardis which was bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. Problem? For me who believed in Guardian Angels and was convinced that pigs were possessed by devils after their New Testament encounter with God's son? It was easy and I loved it.

I'm in despair! The Internet has left me in despair!

• Nozomu Itoshiki

"The sign was spray-painted in Arabic and English, probably from some attempt by the farmer to sell his wares in the market. The English read: Dates-best price. Cold Bebsi. "Bebsi?" I asked. "Pepsi," Walt said. "I read about it on the Internet. There's no 'p' in Arabic. Everyone here calls the soda Bebsi." "So you have to have Bebsi with your bizza?" "Brobably."

He must have been a real bastard, I said. Guys who get their name splashed all over history and folklore don't tend to be Boy Scout troop leaders. You're such a cynic Molly said. I think cynics are playful and cute.

Then why is it that you stare at naked girls every chance you get, I said, but not naked men? It's an aestethic choice, Bob said loftily. As a gender, women exist on a plane far beyond men when it comes to the artistic appreciation of their external beauty. And they have boobs, I said. And they have boobs! Bob agreed with a leer.