Terry Pratchett: Trending quotes (page 7)

“In Genua, someone set out to make dreams come true. Remember some of your dreams?”

“The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.”

“Oh, always all right. You remember that. We happen to other people.
-Nanny Ogg”

“It is possibly worth mentioning at this point that Mr. Young thought that paparazzi was a kind of Italian linoleum.”

“But the purpose of the book is not the horror, it is horror's defeat.”

“Once you had a good excuse, you opened the door to bad excuses.”

“I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, he said, BUT I COULD MURDER A CURRY.”

“Luck is my middle name," said Rincewind, indistinctly. "Mind you, my first name is Bad.”

“Or -- and this she knew was a far more accurate way of looking at it -- the book was true and reality was lying.”

“Everyone has gods. You just don't think they're gods.”

“Hell needed horribly bright, self-centered people like Eric. They were much better at being nasty than demons could ever manage”

“Vimes struggled to his feet, shook his head and set off after it. No thought was involved. It is the ancient instinct of terriers and policemen to chase anything that runs away.”

“Stories don't care who takes part in them. All that matters if that the story gets told, that the story repeats. Or, if you prefer to think of it like this: stories are a parasitical life form, warping lives in the service only of the story itself.”

“It must be powerful language if you canna make oout what the heel it’s goin’ on aboot!”

“He’d always felt he had a right to exist as a wizard in the same way that you couldn’t do proper maths without the number 0, which wasn’t a number at all but, if it went away, would leave a lot of larger numbers looking bloody stupid.”

“I assure you I will not kill you," said Inigo.
"I know that," said Vimes. "But will you try?”

“The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.”

“There are millions of chords. There are millions of numbers. And everyone forgets the one that is a zero. But without the zero, numbers are just arithmetic. Without the empty chord, music is just noise.”

“Now he knew: They were real. Who’d make up a thing like this? Okay, one of them was a cheese that rolled around of its own accord, but nobody was perfect.”