Quotes from Terry Pratchett

No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away...

What have I always believed? That on the whole, and by and large, if a man lived properly, not according to what any priests said, but according to what seemed decent and honest inside, then it would, at the end, more or less, turn out all right.

The enemy isn't men, or women, it's bloody stupid people and no one has the right to be stupid.

In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.

Even if it's not your fault, it's your responsibility.

Whatever happens, they say afterwards, it must have been fate. People are always a little confused about this, as they are in the case of miracles. When someone is saved from certain death by a strange concatenation of circumstances, they say that's a miracle. But of course if someone is killed by a freak chain of events -- the oil spilled just there, the safety fence broken just there -- that must also be a miracle. Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.

All tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.

I do note with interest that old women in my books become young women on the covers... this is discrimination against the chronologically gifted.

People couldn't become truly holy, he said, unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked.

Many people could say things in a cutting way, Nanny knew. But Granny Weatherwax could listen in a cutting way. She could make something sound stupid just by hearing it.

Coffee is a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.

Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.

Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.

But here's some advice, boy. Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions.

There's a door. Where does it go? It stays where it is, I think.

In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Insanity is catching.

It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was us, what did that make Me? After all, I'm one of Us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.

Zoology, eh? That's a big word, isn't it. No, actually it isn't, said Tiffany. Patronizing is a big word. Zoology is really quite short.

When in doubt, choose to live.

Night poured over the desert. It came suddenly, in purple. In the clear air, the stars drilled down out of the sky, reminding any thoughtful watcher that it is in the deserts and high places that religions are generated. When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone to put in the way.

Seeing, contrary to popular wisdom, isn't believing. It's where belief stops, because it isn't needed any more.

Progress just means bad things happen faster.