Terry Pratchett: Idézetek angolul (oldal 34)

“It was a nice day.”

“Whole new theories of money were growing here like mushrooms: in the dark and based on bullshit.”

“Quick, someone's coming! Look real!”

“There was no universe, anywhere, where a Sam Vimes would give in on this, because if he did then he wouldn't be Sam Vimes anymore.”

“Everything is a test.”

“The key to winning, as always, was looking as if you had every right, nay, duty to be where you were. It helped if you could also suggest in every line of your body that no one else had any rights to be doing anything, anywhere, whatsoever.”

“Tiffany thought of the little spot in the woods where Granny Weatherwax lay. Remembered.

And knew that You had been right. Granny Weatherwax was indeed here. And there. She was, in fact, and always would be, everywhere.”

“Moist was sure doctors keep skeletons around to cow patients. Nyer, nyer, we know what you look underneath…”

“Assassins did have a certain code, after all. It was dishonorable to kill someone if you weren't being paid.”

“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.”

“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.”

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

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

“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.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

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

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