Monstrous Regiment/Quotes
Jackrum: "Upon my oath, I am not a violent[1] man." |
Let’s see, now ... arms out from the body as though holding a couple of bags of flour ... check. Shoulders swaying as though she was elbowing her way through a crowd ... check. Hands slightly bunched and making rhythmical circling motions as though turning two independent handles attached to the waist ... check. Legs moving forward loosely and apelike ... check ... |
The place was one of those nowhere villages that existed only in order to avoid the embarrassment of having large empty spaces on the map. |
Vimes: "Do you think it’s possible for an entire nation to be insane? Not the people, the nation. ... Look, you know what I mean. You take a bunch of people who don’t seem any different from you and me, but when you add them all together you get this sort of huge raving maniac with national borders and an anthem." |
Vimes: "What’s abominable about the colour blue? It’s just a colour! The sky is blue!" |
Vimes: "So what we have here is a country that tries to run itself on the commandments of a god who, the people feel, may be wearing his underpants on his head. Has he Abominated underpants?" |
"Whoms" were likely to be far more trouble than your common everyday "who". |
Maladicta: “And one more thought for you, if you’ve got room. I’ve only taken a pledge not to drink human blood. It doesn’t mean I can’t kick you in the fork so hard you suddenly go deaf.” |
It was very patriotic. That is, it talked about killing foreigners. |
The four lesser apocalyptical horsemen of Panic, Bewilderment, Ignorance, and Shouting took control of the room. |
"Look after your mates. And keep out of the way of officers, ’cos they ain’t healthy. That’s what you learn in the army. The enemy dun’t really want to fight you, ’cos the enemy is mostly blokes like you who want to go home with all their bits still on. But officers’ll get you killed.” |
Polly had been soldiering for only a couple of days, but already an instinct had developed. In summary, it was this: lie to officers. |
Maladicta: “Please pay attention. I am a reformed vampire, which is to say, I am a bundle of suppressed instincts held together with spit and coffee. It would be wrong to say that violent, tearing carnage does not come easily to me. It’s not tearing your throats out that doesn’t come easily to me. Please don’t make it any harder.” |
It took a special kind of man, she reflected, to cut his sword hand with his own sword. |
If you couldn’t trust the government, who could you trust? |
A woman always has half an onion left over, no matter what the size of the onion, the dish, or the woman. |
There was this about vampires; they could never look scruffy. Instead, they were…what was the word… dishabille. It meant untidy, but with bags and bags of style. |
Blouse: “You can’t torture an unarmed man!” |
It’s hard to be an ornithologist and walk through a wood when all around you the world is shouting: “Bugger off, this is my bush! Aargh, the nest thief! Have sex with me, I can make my chest big and red!” |
“How many fingers am I holding up?” |
“Plogviehze!” It meant “The Sun Has Risen! Let’s Make War!” You needed a special kind of history to get all that in one word. |
Igorina: “But…our countrywomen? Washing clothes for the enemy?” |
Now that she had got over the surprise, there was something offensive about this lack of reaction. It was like someone opening a door just before your battering ram hit it; suddenly you were running through the building and not certain how to stop. |
"Wheresoever men are gathered together, someone will find something to ferment in a rubber boot, distill in an old kettle, and flog to his mates. Made from rats, by the smell of it. Ferments well, does your average rat. Fancy a taste?” |
Jackrum: “There’s a song. "Twas on a Monday morning, all in the month of May—" |
Blouse: “You took a terrible risk. A battlefield is no place for women.” |
Polly: “The last man out stuck his thumb up and winked. Did you notice him? He wasn’t even wearing an officer’s uniform.” |
It is always upsetting to find that the enemy is as bright as you. |
Jackrum: “How many did you spot, Mildred?” |
Vimes: “Sam Vimes. Special envoy, which is kind of like an ambassador but without the little gold chocolates.” |
Anyway, it was the stuff of legends, where accuracy is not required as a major ingredient. |
Polly: “Let’s try again, shall we? I said, are you trying to be smart?” |
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