"I have this problem with the nasty little buggers that like to mess things up. Gremlins is what most people who come here call 'em. They mess up my machines, spread decay, kill grass, make cracks in bricks, etc.."
"It's normally easy to deal with them, but recently.. Some sort of trouble in the Library Proper has seeped in and turned them from nasty little buggers to nasty
huge buggers. I'm having to pour most of my resources and power into staving them off."
"So, how do you feel about the mass extermination?"
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather