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I was just a kid then. But I won't forget. Nor will others. There's lots of people with reason to hate the Church.

I was just a kid then. But I won't forget. Nor will others. There's lots of people with reason to hate the Church.

Terry Pratchett
Hate, Kids, People
Terry Pratchett (2008). “Small Gods: (Discworld Novel 13)”, p.276, Random House

And gears," said Anathema. "My bike didn't have gears. I'm sure my bike didn't have gears." Crowley leaned over to the angel. "Oh lord, heal this bike," he whispered sarcastically. "I'm sorry, I just got carried away," hissed Aziraphale.

Terry Pratchett
Sorry, Angel, Gears
"Good Omens". Book by Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, 1990.

Fresh wounds," said Angua. "But one of them did shoot one of the other in the leg by accident." "I think you'd better put in your report as -self inflicted- wounds while resisting arrest," said Vimes.

Terry Pratchett
Thinking, Self, Legs

He helped the Librarian up. There was a red glow in the ape's eyes. It had tried to steal his books. This was probably the best proof any wizard could require that the trolleys were brainless.

Terry Pratchett
Book, Eye, Wizards
Terry Pratchett (2009). “Reaper Man: (Discworld Novel 11)”, p.229, Random House

We've strayed into a zone with a high magical index,' he said. 'Don't ask me how. Once upon a time a really powerful magic field must have been generated here, and we're feeling the after-effects.' Precisely,' said a passing bush.

Terry Pratchett
Powerful, Feelings, Once Upon A Time
Terry Pratchett (2012). “The Wit and Wisdom of Discworld”, p.5, Harper Collins

Contrary to popular belief and hope, people don't usually come running when they hear a scream. That's not how humans work. Humans look at other humans and say, 'Did you hear a scream?' because the first scream might have been you screaming inside your head, or a horse backfiring.

Terry Pratchett
Running, Horse, People
Terry Pratchett (2009). “Unseen Academicals: (Discworld Novel 37)”, p.365, Random House

Peace?' said Vetinari. 'Ah, yes, defined as period of time to allow for preparation for the next war.

Terry Pratchett
War, Preparation, Next
Terry Pratchett (2009). “Unseen Academicals: (Discworld Novel 37)”, p.528, Random House

On the Disc, the Gods aren't so much worshipped, as they are blamed.

Terry Pratchett
Discs

It was octarine, the colour of magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself. But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple.

Terry Pratchett
Glowing, Purple, Imagination
"The Colour of Magic". Book by ‎Terry Pratchett, 1983.

That's what's so stupid about the whole magic thing, you know. You spend twenty years learning the spell that makes nude virgins appear in your bedroom, and then you're so poisoned by quicksilver fumes and half-blind from reading old grimoires that you can't remember what happens next.

Terry Pratchett
Stupid, Reading, Years
Terry Pratchett (2008). “The Colour Of Magic: (Discworld Novel 1)”, p.66, Random House

You know, I never imagined there were he-dryads. Not even in an oak tree." One of the giants grinned at him. Druellae snorted. "Stupid! Where do you think acorns come from?

Terry Pratchett
Stupid, Thinking, Tree
Terry Pratchett (2008). “The Colour Of Magic: (Discworld Novel 1)”, p.116, Random House

It was Carrot who'd suggested to the Patrician that hardened criminals should be given the chance to 'serve the community' by redecorating the homes of the elderly, lending a new terror to old age and, given Ankh-Morpork's crime rate, leading to at least one old lady having her front room wallpapered so many times in six months that now she could only get in sideways.

Terry Pratchett
Home, Elderly, Community
Terry Pratchett (2008). “Feet Of Clay: (Discworld Novel 19)”, p.60, Random House

The rising sun managed to peek around the vast column of smoke that forever rose from Ankh-Morpork, City of Cities, illustrating almost up to the edge of space that smoke means progress or, at least, people setting fire to things.

Terry Pratchett
Mean, Fire, Cities

Ankh-Morpork! Pearl of cities! This is not a completely accurate description, of course — it was not round and shiny — but even its worst enemies would agree that if you had to liken Ankh-Morpork to anything, then it might as well be a piece of rubbish covered with the diseased secretions of a dying mollusc.

Terry Pratchett
Worst Enemy, Cities, Dying
Terry Pratchett (2012). “The Wit and Wisdom of Discworld”, p.16, Harper Collins

The disc, being flat, has no real horizon. Any adventurous sailor who got funny ideas from staring at eggs and oranges for too long and set out for the antipodes soon learned that the reason why distant ships sometimes looked as though they were disappearing over the edge of the world was that they were disappearing over the edge of the world.

Terry Pratchett
Real, Eggs, Ideas
"The Light Fantastic". Book by ‎Terry Pratchett, 1986.

People wanted the world to be a story, because stories had to sound right and they had to make sense. People wanted the world to make sense.

Terry Pratchett
People, Sound, Stories
Terry Pratchett (2008). “Wintersmith: (Discworld Novel 35)”, p.248, Random House

Igor?' said Moist. 'You have an Igor?' Oh, yes,' said Hubert. 'That's how I get this wonderful light. They know the secret of storing lightning in jars! But don't let that worry you, Mr Lipspick. Just because I'm employing an Igor and working in a cellar doesn't mean I'm some sort of madman, ha ha ha!' Ha ha,' agreed Moist. Ha hah hah!,' said Hubert. 'Hahahahahaha!! Ahahahahahahhhhh!!!!!-' Bent slapped him on the back. Hubert coughed. Sorry about that, it's the air down here,' he mumbled.

Terry Pratchett
Sorry, Mean, Light

Other people salted away money for their old age, but Nanny preferred to accumulate memories.

Terry Pratchett
Memories, People, Age

Whatever you choose, your choice will mean there are two new worlds. And perhaps sometimes, on the edge of sleep, we will see the shadow of the other world. There will be no unhappy memories.

Terry Pratchett
Memories, Mean, Sleep

You were the kind of kid who couldn't see the difference between throwing rocks at a cat and setting it on fire.

Terry Pratchett
Cat, Kids, Fire
"Fictional character: Susan". "Terry Pratchett's Hogfather", www.imdb.com. 2006.

It's a sword. said the Hogfather. They're not meant to be safe.

Terry Pratchett
Safe, Said, Meant To Be
"Hogfather". Book by Terry Pratchett, 1996.

Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork. They have failed. Perhaps it's the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it's just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder. So let's just say that Ankh-Morpork is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colourful as a bruise and as full of activity, industry, bustle and sheer exuberant busyness as a dead dog on a termite mound.

Terry Pratchett
Dog, Cities, Oil
"Mort". Book by ‎Terry Pratchett, 1987.

Although she was aware that somewhere under her complicated strata of vests and petticoats there was some skin, that didn't mean to say she approved of it.

Terry Pratchett
Mean, Somewhere Under, Skins
Terry Pratchett (2012). “The Wit and Wisdom of Discworld”, p.21, Harper Collins

SOONER OR LATER ALL MEN MUST DIE. EVERYTHING DIES IN THE END. I CAN BE ROBBED BUT NEVER DENIED, I TOLD MYSELF. WHY WORRY? “I too cannot be cheated,” snapped Fate.

Terry Pratchett
Fate, Men, Worry

(About sweeping).... What he was in FACT doing was moving the dirt around with a broom, to give it a change of scenery and a chance to make new friends.

Terry Pratchett
Moving, Giving, Dirt

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