No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away
With the passing of Sir Terry Pratchett and the publication of The Shepherd’s Crown, I embarked on an epic re-reading of all 41 official Discworld novels, with the goal of finishing by 31 December, 2016.
Famous for its wit and wisdom, the series offers countless quotable quotes on a variety of subjects. The quotes I share should not be considered the whole of Sir Terry’s excellent prose; indeed, they are the tasty appetizers to a succulent, nourishing meal.
About Men at Arms
This is the 15th Discworld novel and the 2nd featuring the City Watch.
Captain Vimes is getting married . . . but not before he solves one final case. On top of that, diversity has come to Ankh-Morpork, and as the City Watch changes, so do the crimes. Add a healthy dose of fate, destiny, and mad royalist romantics determined to restore the monarchy by uncovering the rightful king, and this isn’t going to be an open-and-shut case.
Come along, walk the beat with the Watch, and try to answer this question: what, exactly, makes a person bad evil?
The Goodreads Blurb:
A Young Dwarf’s Dream Corporal Carrot has been promoted! He’s now in charge of the new recruits guarding Ankh-Morpork, Discworld’s greatest city, from Barbarian Tribes, Miscellaneous Marauders, unlicensed Thieves, and such. It’s a big job, particularly for an adopted dwarf.
But an even bigger job awaits. An ancient document has just revealed that Ankh-Morpork, ruled for decades by Disorganized crime, has a secret sovereign! And his name is Carrott…
And so begins the most awesome epic encounter of all time, or at least all afternoon, in which the fate of a city–indeed of the universe itself!–depends on a young man’s courage, an ancient sword’s magic, and a three-legged poodle’s bladder.
To the Quotes!
The Librarian as he appears in The Discworld Companion, illustrated by Paul Kidby
Individuals aren’t naturally paid-up members of the human race, except biologically. They need to be bounced around by the Brownian motion of society, which is a mechanism by which human beings constantly remind one another that they are . . . well . . . human beings.
The problem with Destiny, of course, is that she is often not careful where she puts her finger.
Where people went wring was thinking that simple meant the same thing as stupid.
I’ve got to get something inside me . . . some coffee or something. And then the world will somehow be better.
Sometimes it’s better to light a flamethrower than to curse the darkness.
Cats . . . amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw.
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