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What have you wizards got against women, then? Rincewind's brow wrinkled. We're not supposed to put anything against women, he said. Thats the whole point.

It was a funny thing, but in chilly cities like Ankh-Morpork the big drink was beer, which cooled you down, but in places like this, where the whole sky was an oven with the door left open, people drank tiny little sticky drinks which set fire to the back of your throat.

Det var fullt ut mulig at det var en hemmelig dør til fantastiske verdener, men ingen hadde noen gang forsøkt å finne ut av det på grunn av den plagsomme lukten av møllkuler.

Bibliotekaren dukket da en svartebok i skinnbind suste ut fra hyllen sin og med et rykk stanset midt i luften i enden av kjettingen sin.

It's rather like the other saying they've never been able to understand, which is that you can't cross the same river twice. Experiments with a long-legged wizard and a small river say you can cross the same river thirty, thirty-five times a minute

The truth isn't easily pinned to a page. In the bathtub of history the truth is harder to hold than the soap, and much more difficult to find...

Rincewind tried to scream through gritted teeth. His ankles were already beginning to sweat.

'I'm not going to ride on a magic carpet!' he hissed. 'I'm afraid of grounds!'

'You mean heights,' said Conina. 'And stop being silly.'

'I know what I mean! It's the grounds that kill you!'

The wizard raised an eyebrow, yellow fire sprang up around the shellfish salesman, there was a noise like tearing silk, and Koble had vanished. All that was left was his boots, standing forlornly on the cobbles with little wisps of smoke coming out of them.

No-one knows why smoking boots always remain, no matter how big the explosion. It seems to be just one of those things.