We spray our fantasies on the landscape like a dog sprays urine. It turns it into ours. Once we’ve invented our gods and demons, we can propitiate or exorcize them.Once we’ve put fairies in the sinist...
WHERE'S MY COW? ARE YOU MY COW?
Vimes felt a sudden surge of civic pride. There had to be something right about a citizenry which, when faced with catastrophe, thought about selling sausages to the participants.
Vimes died. The sun dropped out of the sky, giant lizards took over the world, and the stars exploded and went out and all hope vanished and gurgled into the sinktrap of oblivion. And gas filled the f...
This is very similar to the suggestion put forward by the Quirmian philosopher Ventre, who said, Possibly the gods exist, and possibly they do not. So why not believe in them in any case? If it's all...
Things were simpler then. And also very, very stupid.
The turtle moves.
The only hat worth wearing was the one you made for yourself, not one you bought, not one you were given. Your own hat, for your own head. Your own future, not someone else's.
The gods, he said. Imprisoned in a thought. And perhaps they were never more than a dream.
The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).
The dwarf bread was brought out for inspection. But it was miraculous, the dwarf bread. No one ever went hungry when they had some dwarf bread to avoid. You only had to look at it for a moment, and in...
The Tezuman Empire in the jungle valleys of central Klatch is known for it organic market gardens, its exquisite craftsmanship in obsidian, feathers and jade, and its mass human sacrifices in honor of...
The Librarian was not familiar with love, which had always struck him as a bit ethereal and soppy, but kindness, on the other hand, was practical. You knew where you were with kindness, especially if...
The Departure Aria, a very important and romantic song -
That's what I don't like about magic. It does everything by magic.
That's the trouble about the good guys and the bad guys! They're all guys!
That's one form of magic, of course. What, just knowing things? Knowing things that other people don't know.
TO CHANGE THE FATE OF ONE INDIVIDUAL IS TO CHANGE THE WORLD.
THERE'S NO JUSTICE, said Mort. JUST US.
Suddenly there was a humming in the air, and the bees were there too. They flowed out of Granny Weatherwax’s hive, circling Tiffany like a halo, crowning her, and swarm and girl stood on the threshold...