Quotes About Pratchett

Mistress Weatherwax, you are a natural disputant." "No I ain't!

He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armor. It was gilt by association.

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Ankh-Morpork is a godless city--' 'I thought it had more than three hundred places of worship?' said Maladict. Strappi stared at him in rage that was incoherent until he managed to touch bottom again. 'Ankh-Morpork is a godawful city', he recovered.

with the grin of one who mistakenly thinks he's a wit when he's only half a one.

Rincewind had been generally reckoned by his tutors to be a natural wizard in the same way that fish are natural mountaineers.

IT WON'T HURT, said Death. If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

The little dragon turned on Vimes a gaze that would be guaranteed to win it the award for Dragon the Judges would Most Like to Take Home and Use as a Portable Gas Lighter.

Vimes' glare ran from face to face, causing most of the squad to do an immediate impression of the Floorboard and Ceiling Inspectors Synchronised Observation Team.

She turned. A young man of godlike proportions* was standing in the doorway. *The better class of gods, anyway. Not the ones with the tentacles, obviously.

There had been a time when the continents were different, Rincewind understood, and then they'd sort of shuffled more comfortably together like puppies on a basket.

He made a noise like an owl. Since Moist was no ornithologist, he did this by saying "woo woo.

I'm an Igor, thur. We don't athk quethtionth. Really? Why not? I don't know, thur. I didn't athk.

Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz," said the demon smugly. "Where were you when the vowels were handed out? Behind the door?" said Nanny Ogg.

It had the thick texture of authentic Ankh water – too stiff to drink, too runny to plough.

I saw a program. It had David Attenborough, so it's true.

This one's mental.' 'Eccentric.' 'What's the difference?' 'A bag of cash.

Repent!'" Nanny Ogg went on. "Repent? Me? Cheek! I can't start repenting at my time of life. I'd never get any work done. Anyway," she added, "I ain't sorry for most of it.

And on this dirty night there were appropriately dirty deeds that not even the rain could wash away.

Why is it all Mr. Dibbler's films are set against the background of a world gone mad?" said the dwarf. Soll's eyes narrowed. "Because Mr. Dibbler," he growled, "is a very observant man.

Mr Pin lit a cigar. Smoking was his one vice. at least, it was his only vice that he thought of as a vice. The others were just job skills.

There was the faintest of sounds, as of a gnat yawning.

Uh. . . why does your partner keep saying 'ing.' Mr Pin? ... Speech impediment.' said Pin.

Here you are. Would you like some pickles?" "Pickles gives me the wind something awful." "In that case—" "Oh, I wasn't saying no," Mistress Weatherwax said, taking two large pickled cucumbers.