Terry Pratchett
Terry Pratchett
Sir Terence David John "Terry" Pratchett, OBEwas an English author of fantasy novels, especially comical works. He is best known for his Discworld series of 41 novels. Pratchett's first novel, The Carpet People, was published in 1971; after the first Discworld novel, The Colour of Magic, was published in 1983, he wrote two books a year on average. His 2011 Discworld novel Snuff was at the time of its release the third-fastest-selling hardback adult-readership novel since records began in the...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 April 1948
CityBeaconsfield, England
Million-to-one chances...crop up nine times out of ten.
Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.
Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
He thought about how it might be to be, say, a fox confronted with an angry sheep. A sheep moreover, that could afford to employ wolves.
I think it's IMPOSSIBLE for anyone famous to come from here, because everyone around here is insane.
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.
Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.
Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on.
Anyway, why would you trust anything written down? She certainly didn't trust "Mothers of Borogravia!" and that was from the government. And if you couldn't trust the government, who could you trust? Very nearly everyone, come to think of it...
Oh, where are my manners? Do sit down. Pull up a small child.
Magrat had used a lot of powder to make her face pale and interesting. It combined with the lavishly applied mascara to give the guard the impression that he was looking at two flies that had crashed into a sugar bowl.
She was also, by the standards of other people, lost. She would not see it like that. She knew where she was, it was just that everywhere else didn't.
Stand before your god, bow before your king, kneel before your man.
It must be powerful language if you canna make oout what the heel it’s goin’ on aboot!