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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 95e98f6 | 'I thought the rule was that all monks were shaved.' 'Oh, Soto says he is bald under the hair,'said Lu Tze. 'He says the hair is a separate creature that just happens to live on him. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 453eb6e | ASTONISHING, said Death. REALLY ASTONISHING. LET ME PUT FORWARD ANOTHER SUGGESTION: THAT YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A LUCKY SPECIES OF APE THAT IS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THE COMPLEXITIES OF CREATION VIA A LANGUAGE THAT EVOLVED IN ORDER TO TELL ONE ANOTHER WHERE THE RIPE FRUIT WAS. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| eee517f | Pride is all very well, but a sausage is a sausage. | humor pride food | Terry Pratchett | |
| 9a62b5c | That's the way it was. Privilege, which just means 'private law.' Two types of people laugh at the law; those that break it and those that make it. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| db60223 | A lot hinges on the fact that, in most circumstances, people are not allowed to hit you with a mallet. They put up all kinds of visible and invisible signs that say, 'Do not do this' in the hope that it'll work, but if it doesn't, then they shrug, because there is, really, no real mallet at all. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| e65e4fe | HO. HO. HO. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| f3f7ea6 | Some people have inspired whole countries to great deeds because of the power of their vision. And so could he. Not because he dreams about marching hordes, or world domination, or an empire of a thousand years. Just because he thinks that everyone's really decent underneath and would get along just fine if only they made the effort, and he believes that so strongly it burns like a flame which is bigger than he is. He's got a dream and we'r.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| d20afcc | 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. | loss granny-weatherwax | Terry Pratchett | |
| 8f6d524 | That's what I don't like about magic. It does everything by magic. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 664b68a | And it came to pass that in time the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One: "Psst!" | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 35d4cdc | I wonder if it's like this for mountain climbers, he thought. You climb bigger and bigger mountains and you know that one day one of them is going to be just that bit too steep. But you go on doing it, because it's so-o good when you breathe the air up there. And you know you'll die falling. | people inspirational | Terry Pratchett | |
| 1f86269 | Fate can be one mean god at times. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 1690c18 | Granny Weatherwax was a witch. That was quite acceptable in the Ramtops, and no one had a bad word to say about witches. At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed. | witch insults | Terry Pratchett | |
| a25de16 | Hell needed horribly bright, self-centered people like Eric. They were much better at being nasty than demons could ever manage | Terry Pratchett | ||
| c21bc2f | There was something about the eyes. It wasn't the shape or the color. The was no evil glint. But there was... ... a look. It was such a look that a microbe might encounter if it could see up from the bottom end of the microscope. It said: It said: It said: It said: It said: | Terry Pratchett | ||
| bc03e94 | It's an unfair world, Child. Be glad you have friends. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ab4d9ae | No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life is only the core of their actual existence. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 0145bf2 | His mind worked fast, flying in emergency supplies of common sense, as human minds do, to construct a huge anchor in sanity and prove that what happened hadn't really happened and, if it had happened, hadn't happened much. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| d009b5f | At some time in the recent past someone had decided to brighten the ancient corridors of the University by painting them, having some vague notion that Learning Should Be Fun. It hadn't worked. It's a fact known throughout the universes that no matter how carefully the colors are chosen, institutional decor ends up as either vomit green, unmentionable brown, nicotine yellow or surgical appliance pink. By some little-understood process of sy.. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| e7cb51f | There was a wicked ole witch once called Black Aliss. She was an unholy terror. There's never been one worse or more powerful. Until now. Because I could spit in her eye and steal her teeth, see. Because she didn't know Right from Wrong, so she got all twisted up, and that was the end of her. "The trouble is, you see, that if you do know Right from Wrong, you can't choose Wrong. You just can't do it and live. So.. if I was a bad witch I cou.. | morality | Terry Pratchett | |
| 9cd278d | You can't say 'if this didn't happen then that would have happened' because you don't know everything that might have happened. You might think something'd be good, but for all you know it could have turned out horrible. You can't say 'If only I'd...' because you could be wishing for anything. The point is, you'll never know. You've gone past. So there's no use thinking about it. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| d1a8ab7 | I AM ALWAYS ALONE. BUT JUST NOW I WANT TO BE ALONE BY MYSELF. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| ea0f92a | The short conversation that follows eventually led to a tree religion. Its tenet of faith was this: a tree that was a good tree and led a clean decent and upstanding life could be assured of a future life after death. If it was very good indeed it would eventually be reincarnated as five thousand rolls of lavatory paper. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| bee5b15 | So much paperwork to read! So much paperwork to push away! So much paperwork to pretend he hadn't received and that might have been eaten by gargoyles. | Terry Pratchett | ||
| 6e85971 | Like colors or a spring tree against that kind ofblue sky that pulls your heart out through your eyes. Pretty things will swarm you like that, like your heart was a hive of electric bees. | pretty pretty-things | Katherine Dunn | |
| ced577d | Sometimes when I felt the eyes crawling on me from all sides, I got scared thinking someone was looking who wasn't just curious. I knew it was my imagination and I got used to it, learned to shunt it away. But sometimes I held onto it quietly, that feeling that someone behind or beside me in the crowd - some guy leaning on the target booth with a rifle, or some cranky sweating father spending too much on ride tickets to keep his kids away f.. | Katherine Dunn | ||
| 3e3b44f | Pride and power] are the same except that pride leaves the lights on and power can do it in the dark. | pride | Katherine Dunn | |
| d60366d | All he had to do to make me like him was need me. All he had to do to make Arty like him was drop dead. | Katherine Dunn | ||
| dbcc336 | everything written is at least in part fantasy. | Mercedes Lackey | ||
| def5185 | When did you get all insightful?" he asked. "I have no idea," Josh admitted. "I don't like it." "Me, either. Makes me feel like a girl. Don't tell anyone." (Ethan and Josh)" | Susan Mallery | ||
| 1e7116d | He stared up at me, and I stared back, panting. I hadn't even known those words were in me to be spoken; I hadn't known they were in me to be felt. I would never have thought of speaking so to my lord, the Dragon: I had hated him, but I wouldn't have reproached him, any more than I would have reproached a bolt of lightning for striking my house. He wasn't a person, he was a lord and a wizard, a strange creature on another plane entirely, as.. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 2f17ca3 | They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring. | Naomi Novik | ||
| 922bb86 | One practical way to do this is to look at other people and ask yourself if you are really seeing them or just your thoughts about them. | Jon Kabat-Zinn | ||
| 69c27d6 | Yet it is true--skin can mean a great deal. Mine means that any man may strike me in a public place and never fear the consequences. It means that my friends do not always like to be seen with me in the street. It means that no matter how many books I read, or languages I master, I will never be anything but a curiosity--like a talking pig or a mathematical horse. | racism | Susanna Clarke | |
| f722af6 | A dog creates, transcribes, a new landscape for you. A dog like Colter sharpens your joy of all the seasons, and for a while, sometimes a long while, such a dog seems capable, by himself alone, of holding time in place--of pinning it, and holding it taught. And then when he is gone, it is as if the world is taken away. Dogs like that are young for what seems like a very long time.... One you have lost a dog--especially the first you trained.. | Rick Bass | ||
| 682cd88 | She was full of yearning. To leave, to be someone else, somewhere else, to start moving and never stop. And yet the more the innermost part of her screamed to move, the more she recognised that she was frozen to one place, one life. | Richard Flanagan | ||
| 6feb433 | Those are only rumors of suffering. Real suffering has a face and a smell. It lasts in the most intense form no matter what you drape over it. And it knows your name. | Mary Karr | ||
| 4f05541 | Yeah, he'd said, maybe it's just my idea, but really it always hurts, the times it don't hurt is when we just forget, we just forget it hurts, you know, it's not just because my belly's all rotten, everybody always hurts. So when it really starts stabbing me, somehow I feel sort of peaceful, like I'm myself again. | pain | Ryū Murakami | |
| 7ec3de3 | That was with me for years--feeling I wasn't myself. And I do think I wasn't my real self then. Of course, I'm not sure there is such a thing as a real self. You could ransack your innards looking for the real you and never find it--slice yourself open and all you'll find is blood and muscle and bone. | self | Ryū Murakami | |
| 0432a4d | A culture's ability to understand the world and itself is critical to its survival. But today we are led into the arena of public debate by seers whose main gift is their ability to compel people to continue to watch them. | George Saunders | ||
| 677f7ab | From Alan Lightman's intricate 1993 novel Einstein's Dreams; set in Berne in 1905: With infinite life comes an infinite list of relatives. Grandparents never die, nor do great-grandparents, great-aunts...and so on, back through the generations, all alive and offering advice. Sons never escape from the shadows of their fathers. Nor do daughters of their mothers. No one ever comes into his own...Such is the cost of immortality. No person is w.. | Christopher Hitchens | ||
| 0460a65 | What sense is there in continuing when one has seen the future? | Alan Lightman | ||
| 6eb7e65 | A world in which time is absolute is a world of consolation. For while the movements of people are unpredictable, the movement of time is predictable. While people can be doubted, time cannot be doubted. While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back. In the coffee houses, in the government buildings, in boats of Lake Geneva, people look at their watches and take refuge in time. Each person knows that somewhere is recorded the mo.. | Alan Lightman | ||
| c1d9dc3 | Stealing money from humans is rewarding both financially and spiritually. | lothaire | Kresley Cole |