Discworld 30 - Monstrous Regiment

You take a bunch of people who don’t seem any different from you and me, but when you add them all together you get this sort of huge raving maniac with national borders and an anthem.”

“Oh, you can join as men if you want,” said Polly.
The girls looked at one another.
“You get better swearwords,” said Polly. “And the trousers are useful. But it’s your choice.”

The enemy wasn’t men, or women, or the old, or even the dead. It was just bleedin’ stupid people, who came in all varieties. And no one had the right to be stupid.

Her hair, now, was just long enough to be a nuisance without being long enough to be attractive

And Igorina, at least, had set up by herself in the capital, dealing with women’s problems, or at least those women’s problems that weren’t men.

“I…expected better of ’em, really. I thought they’d be better at it than men. Trouble was, they were better than men at being like men. Hah, they do say the army can make a man of you, eh? So…whatever it is you are going to do next, do it as you. Good or bad, do it as you. Too many lies and there’s no truth to go back to.”

The pen might not be mightier than the sword, but maybe the printing press was heavier that the siege weapon

Polly headed back to the rather larger cell that had been made available as the women’s barracks, or at least the barracks for the official women

If the landslide is big enough, even square pebbles will roll.

And General Froc might give the orders, but it was permissible to suppose that it was Sergeant Major Jackrum who anticipated them.