#terry pratchett quote

[nival-kenival-art]

One of my favourite quotes from Going Postal by Terry Pratchett

I'm really pleased with how it turned out

[schaueruniverse]

Today I want to take the opportunity to quote one of my favourite discworld novels 'I shall wear midnight':

The hare runs into the fire.

The hare runs into the fire.

The fire, it takes her, she is not burned.

The fire, it takes her, she is not burned.

The hare runs into the fire.

The fire, it loves her, she is free . . .

As always Sir Terry Pratchett managed to create a beautiful metaphor for life's distressing and confusing ways. The metaphor is of course open to many interpretations, but for this beautiful solstice I want to give it my own.

Today I am the hare and the coming month ist the fire. For the people who haven't read the book jet, the hares trick is to move through the fire so swiftly that she can not be burnt by it. So that's what I will do.

If life gives you fire, don't run away, run right into it and don't stop moving until you reach the other side. (metaphorically speaking of course)

Me and my friends are all in a very difficult phase right now, it is less than a month until our bachelor's exam. The coming weeks will be intense, but I am ready to jump into it and not stop moving until it's over. And by jumping through the fire together we might also be bound forever, as it is an old mariage tradition.

Hehe no altterior motives here. I love you.

[marie-m-art]

Of course I listen to my readers! So the next book will be: Set in Ankh-Morpork/not set in Ankh-Morpork. With lots of the good old characters/with a whole cast of new characters. Written like the old books, which were better/written like the later books, which were better. With lots of character development/none of that dull character development stuff, which gets in the way of the jokes. Short/long. You want fries with that?

This funny blurb written by Terry Pratchett highlights the impossibility of trying to cater to everyone's tastes and expectations for a writer's next story. It came to mind when I saw @weirdly-specific-but-ok 's post about for whom Good Omens is being written ("It really is true that no matter what you do, some people will be dissatisfied. But what matters is that Neil is writing this for Terry"). Personally, I'm not worried!

[stumblingoverchaos]

From my Good Omens art journal. Collage, sticker, acrylic paint.

"There should be a word for the microscopic spark of hope that you dare not entertain in case the mere act of acknowledging it will cause it to vanish, like trying to look at a photon. You can only sidle up to it, looking past it, walking past it, waiting for it to get big enough to face the world." -Terry Pratchett, Mort (Discworld #4) via @terrypratchettappreciation

[bluebirdsongs16]

Good Omens drabble fic: if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it's a lie

canard: 1. A false or unfounded story, rumour, or claim, esp. one that is deliberately misleading 2. (French) a duck

“A base canard!” interrupted Garhartra. “What’s a canard?” said Twoflower. “I think it’s a kind of duck,” said Rincewind from the far end of the long table. — Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic

180 words of Aziraphale and Crowley discussing lies, ducks, and books, in the style of Sir Terry Pratchett, under the cut~ 🦆🦆🦆

“I’m afraid the Metatron has fed me a rather appalling, bald-faced canard! And I, like an idiot, lapped it up!”

Crowley’s brows furrowed. “You’re complaining they served you duck in Heaven? I don’t see the problem—you love duck.”

Aziraphale gave him a long-withering look, the kind of expression that only came out when his nerves were fraught and withering away at his patience. “You really ought to read more, my dear.”

Crowley bristled at that. He actually read rather a lot, thank you very much. What else was there to do whilst loitering inside an eclectic bookshop waiting for one’s angelic counterpart to return from running errands? He’d, in fact, understood perfectly and had chosen to make a joke. One he had lifted from a book by a certain well-regarded British humorist author Aziraphale had a soft spot for.

But he let it go. Perhaps the imminent Second Coming of Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to Earth wasn’t the time to make jokes about ducks. Personally, Crowley thought it was the perfect time. But different strokes, and all that…

[akboro]

[unexpectedtoast]

Terry Pratchett

[hotsauceintheebag]

The gods of the Disc have never bothered much about judging the souls of the dead, and so people only go to hell if that's where they believe, in their deepest heart, that they deserve to go. Which they won't do if they don't know about it. This explains why it is so important to shoot missionaries on sight.

Eric, Terry Prachett

[imkeepinit]

[solomonara]

[noirandchocolate]

‘Because she likes people,’ said the witch, striding ahead. 'She cares about 'em. Even the stupid, mean, drooling ones, the mothers with the runny babies and no sense, the feckless and the silly and the fools who treat her like some kind of a servant. Now THAT’S what I call magic–seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on. It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ 'em safely on their way…and then cleanin’ 'em up, layin’ 'em out, making 'em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets–which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted–and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door 'cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and going out again…. We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better'n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart. THAT is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is. The soul and center!' Mistress Weatherwax smacked her fist into her hand hammering out her words. 'The…soul…and…CENTER!’ Echoes came back from the trees in the sudden silence. Even the grasshoppers by the side of the track had stopped sizzling. 'And Mrs Earwig,’ said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking to a growl, 'Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it’s about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and…and toys, nothing but TOYS!' She sniffed. 'Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, THE START AND FINISH, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge. Even people you don’t like. Stars is easy, people is hard.’ She stopped talking. It was several seconds before birds began to sing again. 'Anyway, that’s what I think,’ she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.

--Terry Pratchett, "A Hat Full of Sky"

[brothertodeath]

a wise man once said:

"They don't teach you the facts of death, your mum and dad. They give you pets."

he would deny the label of wisdom if he still held breath

but the comfort of his words have not lead me astray yet

at the tender age of 11

you are handed pure devotion,

undying loyalty,

and absolute adoration

it takes the form of a creature of unconditional love

wrapped up in fur and four legs of boundless energy

the years pass by carelessly

the excitement of new love passes

growing softly into the contentment of routine

but as much as you try and deny

time takes all in the end

your nightly walks with a shadow you couldn't imagine leaving you grow shorter

your dearest friend sleeps longer

until it suddenly hits you

that he may of been a friend for a lifetime

but no one said that lifetime was yours to measure by

14 years pass in a blink of an eye

you're an adult now but you still cry

as you beg whatever will listen for more time

for no one wants their best friend to die

you claim you're not ready to face death yet

but that's why your mum and dad gives you pets

to prepare you to love and lose everything in the end

starting with your furry friend

[artist-bearded]

Been reading soul music by Terry Pratchett and really like this line

[friend-crow]

Y'ALL

[mrscakeishere]

Just started Guards! Guards! and I haven't stopped laughing. I particularly love the end of this sentence.

[a-ramblinrose]

“Good evening, gentlemen!” said the vampire. “Please pay attention. I am a reformed vampire, which is to say, I am a bundle of suppressed instincts held together with spit and coffee. It would be wrong to say that violent, tearing carnage does not come naturally to me. It's not tearing your throats out that doesn't come easily to me. Please don't make it any harder.”

― Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment