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.
Notice
It came to my attention that my last installment, Monstrous Regiment, was a reposting of The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents. This has been rectified, and if you haven’t yet checked it out, why not do so now?
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About A Hat Full of Sky
This is the 32nd Discworld novel, the 2nd in the Tiffany Aching series, and in the 3rd Junior Discworld line.
Tiffany Aching may have cast out the Fairy Queen with an iron skillet, but she still has much to learn.
Apprenticed to Miss Level, Tiffany must learn to control her power – and somehow make friends with the “coven” lead by Anagrama.
But something wants to harness that power, and it seems only the Nac Mac Feegle know it’s stalking Tiffany.
Before, Tiffany fought for The Chalk. Now, she must battle for her own mind.
5 stars
The Goodreads Blurb:
Tiffany Aching, a hag from a long line of hags, is trying out her witchy talents again as she is plunged into yet another adventure when she leaves home and is apprenticed to a real witch. This time, will the thieving, fighting and drinking skills of the Nac Mac Feegle the Wee Free Men be of use, or must Tiffany rely on her own abilities?
To the Quotes!
The Librarian as he appears in The Discworld Companion, illustrated by Paul Kidby
Witches were a bit like cats. They didn’t much like one another’s company, but they did like to know where all the other witches were, just in case they needed them.
They weren’t stupid people, just because they lived a long time ago.
A man’s a man o’ some standin’ when he’s got his own name where no one can touch it.
He hadn’t been a husband for very long, but upon marriage men get a whole lot of extra senses bolted into their brain, and one is there to tell a man that he’s suddenly neck deep in real trouble.
Well, the thing about the obvious . . . is that it so often isn’t.
I fell into the worst company possible, which was my own.
A goat is a worrying thing if you’re used to sheep, because a goat is a sheep with brains.
I’m trying to have a moment o’ existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it’s a puir lookout if a man canna feel the chilly winds o’ fate lashing aroound his netheres wi’out folks telling him he’s deid, eh?
When a man starts messin’ wi’ the readin’ and the writin’ then he’ll come doon with a dose o’ the thinkin’ soon enough.
It’s amazing what you can store in other people.
There isn’t a way things should be. There’s just what happens, and what we do.
Sometimes you can be your own worst company.
Stars is easy, people is hard.
It’s an unfair world, child. Be glad you have friends.
AAaargwannawannaaaagongongonaargggaaaaBLOON!” . . . is the traditional sound of a very small child learning that with balloons, as with life itself, it is important to know when not to let go of the string. The whole point of balloons is to teach small children this.
There’s no shame in pity.
Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
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