"How did you work that out so exactly, Mr Stibbons?"
"I, er . . ." Ponder felt the eyes of the wizards on him. "I --" He stopped. "It was a lucky guess, sir."
The wizards relaxed. They were extremely uneasy with cleverness, but lucky guessing was what being a wizard was all about.

Many of the things built by the architect and freelance designer Bergholt Stuttley ('Bloody Stupid') Johnson were recorded in Ankh-Morpork, often on the line where it says 'Cause Of Death'.

"It killed Old Vincent the Ripper," said Boy Willie. "He choked to death on a concubine."
There was no sound but the hiss of snow in the fire and a number of people thinking fast. "I think you mean cucumber," said the bard.

More of the ambassadors from other countries had arrived at the university, and more heads of the Guilds were pouring in, and every single one of them wanted to be involved in the decision-making process without necessarily going through the intelligence-using process first.

Leonard had the look of someone who was confident because, so far, he'd never found a reason not to be. He would step off a high building in the happy state of mind of someone who intended to deal with the problem of the ground when it presented itself.

"Whatever happened to the magic circles and dribbly candles?" said Lord Vetinari.
"Oh, they're for when we're not in a hurry, sir," said Ponder.

Flight has been said to be one of the great dreams of Mankind. In fact it merely harks back to Man's ancestors, whose greatest dream was of falling of the branch.

It is in the nature of things that those who save the world from certain destruction often don't get hugely rewarded because, since the certain destruction does not take place, people are uncertain how certain it may have been and are, therefore, somewhat tight when it comes to handing out anything more substantial than praise.

Another response of the wizards, when faced with a new and unique situation, was to look through their libraries to see if it had ever happened before. This was, Lord Vetinari reflected, a good survival trait. It meant that in times of danger you spent the day sitting very quietly in a building with very thick walls.

"But the thing about saving the world, gentlemen and ladies, is that it inevitably includes whatever you happen to be standing on."
Vetinari at his pragmatic best.

"I have brought along a special jug of my own devising which keeps things warm," said Leonard. "Or cold, if you prefer. I call it the Hot or Cold Flask. I am at a loss as to how it knows which it is that you prefer, but nevertheless it seems to work."
...obviously some form of Smart Technology.

Varieties of Swamp Dragon. No.3: the Nothingfjord Blue -- Wonderful scales, but a tendency to homesickness.
...and if it gets upset it can quickly become an ex-dragon...