Furnishing was not a priority in the Citadel. Shelves, stools, tables... There was a rumor among the novices that priests towards the top of the hierarchy had golden furniture, but there was no sign of it here. The room was as severe as anything in the novices' quarters although it had, perhaps, a more opulent severity; it wasn't the forced bareness of poverty, but the starkness of intent.

IT WASN’T A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT. It should have been, but that’s the weather for you.

Cohen looked at the forest of lances and pennants. Hundreds of thousands of men looked like quite a lot of men when you saw them close to."I suppose," he said, slowly, "that none of you has got some amazing plan you've been keeping quiet about?""We thought you had one," said Truckle.

Me parece que no lo entiendes. Las vidas de las personas pasan por delante de sus ojos antes de que mueran, y el proceso se llama 'vivir'. ¿Te apetece un camarón?

Normalmente los magos definían 'escuchar' como un período durante el que decidías lo que dirías a continuación. Era desconcertante.

Hay lugares en que varios tiempos están ocurriendo a la vez y lugares en que apenas queda tiempo, y tiempos en que apenas hay lugar.

Hrun the Barbarian, who was practilly an academic by Hub standards in that he could think without moving his lips.

The truly smart, having discovered they are cleverer than the people around them, soon learn that the smartest thing of all for them to do is to prevent said people from ever finding this out.

Can't we do anything about it?" - "No!" - "Then I can't see the sense in panicking", said Twoflower calmly