Terry Pratchett Quote

What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.

I see black light (his last words)

Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.

You walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic.

Owen is the most Hitchcockian preschooler I ever met. He's three. He knows maybe ninety word and one of them is 'crypt'?

But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions...

That's because only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear - the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memor...