The whole world is watching us. You can no longer say, "What are you staring at?" and you can't give someone a black eye.
The bells and chimes of all guilds and temples were ringing loudly, and it was impossible to distinguish them from each other until the silent and magically octarine bell of Old Tom, which hung on the clock tower of the Unseen University, joined in, and its 12 measured silences drowned out the general ringing.
It's nice to shout something blasphemous when you've hammered an eight-foot nail into your finger. Only convinced atheists of a special type can jump around the workshop, holding their hand under their arm and shouting something like, "Oh, a random fluctuation of the space-time continuum."
Very slowly, like a mighty sequoia taking its first step on the path to rebirth in the form of millions of "Save the Trees" leaflets, Detritus fell back.
Don't stick your nose where it can be cut off and eaten.
"Samuel Vimes! You're drunk!" "Not yet, but all is not lost."