"Death fancied that he heard, very briefly, the sound of running feet and a voice saying, no, a voice thinking ohshitoshitoshit, I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna DIE!" p. 2.

"No enemies had ever taken Ankh-Morpork. Well, technically they had, quite often; the city welcomed free-spending barbarian invaders, but somehow the puzzled raiders always found, after a few days, that they didn't own their own horses anymore, and within a couple of months they were just another minority group with its own graffiti and food shops," pp. 4-5.

"'Are we talking about the wizard Rincewind? The one with the—' the Bursar gave a shudder—'horrible Luggage on legs? But he got blown up when there was all that business with the sourcerer, didn't he?' INTO THE DUNGEON DIMENSIONS. AND NOW HE IS TRYING TO GET BACK HOME," p. 15.

"I command you-thee, I mean-to...