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"They did the job they »å¾±»å²Ô’t have to do, and they died doing it, and you can’t give them anything. Do you understand? They fought for those who’d been abandoned, they fought for one another, and they were betrayed. Men like them always are. What good would a statue be? It’d just inspire new fools to believe they’re going to be heroes. They wouldn’t want that. Just let them be. Forever."

It had been a mean, shameful little fight that ended them, a flyspecked footnote of history, but they hadn’t been mean or shameful men. They hadn’t run, and they could have run with honor. They’d stayed, and he wondered if the path had seemed as clear to them then as it did to him now. They’d stayed not because they wanted to be heroes, but because they chose to think of it as their job, and it was in front of them.

"And it was the morning of a new day, which looked, seen from below, quite like the old ones."

"People are content to wait a long time for salvation, but prefer dinner to turn up inside an hour."

"You’d like Freedom, Truth, and Justice, wouldn’t you, Comrade Sergeant?� said Reg encouragingly. “I’d like a hard-boiled egg,� said Vimes. [...] "Tomorrow the sun will come up again, and I’m pretty sure that whatever happens we won’t have found Freedom, and there won’t be a whole lot of Justice, and I’m damn sure we won’t have found Truth. But it’s just possible that I might get a hard-boiled egg."

"You took an oath to uphold the law and defend the citizens without fear or favor,� said Vimes. “And to protect the innocent. That’s all they put in. Maybe they thought those were the important things. Nothing in there about orders, even from me. You’re an officer of the law, not a soldier of the government."

There was more whispering . He distinctly heard “—that’s the sergeant from last night—� and some sort of sotto voce argument. Then a voice shouted, “Death to the Fascist Oppressors!� This time the argument was more frantic. He heard someone say, “Oh, all right,� and then, “Death to the Fascist Oppressors, Present Company Excepted! There, is everyone happy now?"

'And so, the children of the revolution were faced with the age-old problem: it wasn’t that you had the wrong kind of government, which was obvious, but that you had the wrong kind of people. As soon as you saw people as things to be measured, they »å¾±»å²Ô’t measure up.'

'One of the hardest lessons of young Sam’s life had been finding out that the people in charge weren’t in charge. It had been finding out that governments were not, on the whole, staffed by people who had a grip, and that plans were what people made instead of thinking.'

'The Rust family had produced great soldiers, by the undemanding standards of “Deduct Your Own Casualties From Those Of The Enemy, And If The Answer Is A Positive Sum, It Was A Glorious Victory� school of applied warfare.'