Do You See The Eighth Colour? That’s The Colour Of Magic…
Terry Pratchett 1948 – 2015

“In a distant, and second hand set of dimensions througt wavering star mists, see, the Great A’Tuin. Drifting onwards through space, atop the shell of great turtle, are four giant elephants, upon whose broad shoulders rests… The DiscWorld.”

That’s old Twoflower for you. He just appreciates beauty in his own way. I mean, if a poet sees a daffodil, he stares at it and then writes a long poem. But Twoflower would wander off and buy a book on botany, and then as he reads it he would tread on the daffodil.

“Things just happen. What the hell.”

You need to believe in things that aren’t true. How else can they become?

You think so? Then take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and THEN show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet… you try to act as if there is some ideal order in the world. As if there is some… some rightness in the universe by which it may be judged.

Oh, there has to be something in the stocking that makes a noise. Otherwise, what is 4:30AM for?

If you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewrite them so that they don’t apply to you.

Terry Pratchett not to be confused with the Archbishop of Canterbury

If I were you, I’d sue my face for slander.

Your Safety Is My Concern.