Stanley always followed the rules. All sorts of things could go wrong if you didn't. So far he'd done 1:Upon Discovery of the Fire, Remain Calm.Now he'd come to 2: Shout 'Fire!' in a Loud, Clear Voice...
She wore so much thick white makeup in order to conceal her naturally rosy complexion that if she turned around suddenly her face would probably end up on the back of her head.
She was already learning that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewrite them so that they don't apply to you.
She turned. A young man of godlike proportions* was standing in the doorway.*The better class of gods, anyway. Not the ones with the tentacles, obviously.
She folded her arms and then shouted, Right you thieving scunners! How dare you steal Miss Treason's funeral meats!Oh, waily, waily, it's the foldin' o' the arms, the foooldin' o' the aaaarmss! cried...
She couldn't do any worse, but then, he couldn't do better. So maybe it balanced out.
SOD YOU, THEN, Death said.
People needed to believe in gods, if only because it was so hard to believe in people.
People like that don't need a reason apart from because I can. They have a nightmare and try to make it happen.
Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light...
One day a tortoise will learn how to fly.
Om began to feel the acute depression that steals over every realist in the presence of an optimist.
Not long ago I was invited to a librarians’ event by a lady who cheerfully told me, We like to think of ourselves as ‘information providers.’ I was appalled by this want of ambition; I made my excuses...
Maurice watched them argue again. Humans, eh? Think they're lords of creation. Not like us cats. We know we are. Ever see a cat feed a human? Case proven.
Many bad things were done under the Evil Empire she said. The best we can do now is undo them. Will you assist in this endeavor? In every way that I can said Nutt.I would like you to teach them civili...
Magrat wondered what it was like, spending your whole life doing something you didn’t want to do. Like being dead, she considered, only worse, the reason being, you were alive to suffer it.
Light died in the west. Night and tears took the Nation. The star of Water drifted among the clouds like a murderer softly leaving the scene of the crime.
Last night there seemed to be a chance. Anything was possible last night. That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings.
Knowing things is magical, if other people don't know them.
Just imagine how terrible it might have been if we’d been at all competent.