Guilt was the grease in which the wheels of the authority turned.
Category: Terry Pratchett
Sir Terence David John "Terry" Pratchett, OBE (28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015) was an English author of fantasy novels, especially comical works.
Pets are always a great help in times of stress. And in times of starvation too, o’course.
Not a man to mince words. People, yes. But not words.
The people who really run organizations are usually found several levels down, where it is still possible to get things done.
It’s a god-eat-god world.
It’s a god-eat-god world.
In the Beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
You’re not one of us.
“I don’t think I’m one of them, either,” said Brutha. “I’m one of mine.”
When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow’s-point-of-view is seldom necessary.
In fact, no gods anywhere play chess. They prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight to Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religion is that a god’s idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.
It’s not enough to be able to pick up a sword. You have to know which end to poke into the enemy.
Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.