BiographyType: Novelist Born: 28 April 1948,Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire, Died: 12 March 2015 (aged 66), Broad Chalke, Wil Terry Pratchett was an English author of fantasy novels, especially comical works.[2] He is best known for his Discworld series of 41 novels. Sir Terry Pratchett sold his first story when he was thirteen, which earned him enough money to buy a second-hand typewriter. His first novel, a humorous fantasy entitled The Carpet People, appeared in 1971 from the publisher Colin Smythe. |
The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.
Rincewind could scream for mercy in nineteen languages, and just scream in another forty-four.
Perhaps it would be simpler if you just did what you're told and didn't try to understand things.
I'd rather be a rising ape than a falling angel.
It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and mundane.
The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.
A lie can run round the world before the truth has got its boots on.
I should have learned this, she thought. I wanted to learn fire, and pain, but I should have learned people.
I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.
We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.
The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.