Terry Pratchett

Nanny Ogg was an attractive lady, which is not the same as being beautiful. She fascinated Casanunda. She was an incredibly comfortable person to be around, partly because she had a mind so broad it could accommodate three football fields and a bowling alley.

Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things.

Magrat liked to think she was good with children, and worried that she wasn__. She didn__ like them very much, and worried about this too. Nanny Ogg seemed to be effortlessly good with children by alternately and randomly giving them either a sweet or a thick ear, while Granny Weatherwax ignored them for most of the time and that seemed to work just as well.

As far as she could see, children mostly argued, shouted, ran around very fast, laughed loudly, picked their noses, got dirty and sulked.

Granny," said Esk, in the exasperated and remarkably adult voice children use to berate their wayward elders. "I don't think you quite understand. I don't want to hit the ground. It's never done anything to me.

Yes, but nomes aren__ hard to make,_ said Dorcas. __ou just need other nomes._ __ou__e weird.

Just because you can explain it doesn't mean it's not still a miracle.

The first question they ask is: "Why was he eternally surprised?"And they were told: "Wen considered the nature of time and understood the universe is, instant by instant, re-created anew. Therefore, he understood, there is, in truth, no Past, only a memory of the Past. Blink your eyes, and the world you see next did not exist when you closed them. Therefore, he said, the only appropriate state of mind is surprise. The only appropriate state of heart is joy. The sky you see now, you have never seen before. The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it.

Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It__ a feeling inside that can hardly be contained.

The Dean leaned toward an ear.__ was saying,_ he said loudly, __hat we didn__ know the meaning of the word __ex_ when we were young.___hat__ true. That__ very true,_ said Poons. He stared reflectively at the flames. __id we ever, mm, find out, do you remember?

You know, I never imagined there were he-dryads. Not even in an oak tree."One of the giants grinned at him.Druellae snorted. "Stupid! Where do you think acorns come from?

I staggered into a Manchester bar late one night on a tour and the waitress said "You look as if you need a Screaming Orgasm". At the time this was the last thing on my mind...

He'd noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination - but at the end of the day they'd settle quite happily for egg and chips. If it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato.

Positive thinking,' he would say, 'is also very important.

Just because something is a metaphor doesn't mean it can't be real.

Reality so often fails when it comes to small, satisfying details, she thought.

My personal theory is that he has a very firm grasp upon reality, it's simply not a reality the rest of us have ever met before.

It's lies. It's all lies. Some of them are just prettier than others, that's all. People see what they think is there.