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.
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This was not a fairy-tale castle and there was no such thing as a fairy-tale ending, but sometimes you could threaten to kick the handsome prince in the ham-and-eggs.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong.
No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die.
That is true, it's called Life.
The trouble with having an open mind, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
And what would humans be without love?
RARE, said Death.
Just erotic. Nothing kinky. It's the difference between using a feather and using a chicken.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man I put away childish things because. wow, then I could afford much *better* childish things!
Some of my best sources are ex-policemen, just to get a feeling of what it's like to be one. And it's quite different from being a civilian - except, of course, that I believe that policemen are just special sorts of civilians. Things like how hard it is to hold someone that doesn't want to be held. This is the kind of thing that is worth knowing.
Books must be treated with respect, we feel that in our bones, because words have power. Bring enough words together they can bend space and time.
The Tezuman priests have a sophisticated calendar and an advanced horology," quoted Rincewind. "Ah," said Eric, "Good." "No," said Rincewind patiently. "It means time measurement." "Oh.
Yes, sir, thank you, sir, and I wouldn’t trust me one little inch, sir.
I knows a bad one when I sees them. I have a mirror.
What did they feed the lions and tigers with in the ark, sir?
It’s quite easy to accidentally overhear people talking downstairs if you hold an upturned glass to the floorboards and accidentally put your ear to it.
I'm trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun.
" -"I should leave it for a while, it's too bright to see the numbers at the moment.
Were you proposing to shoot these people in cold blood, sergeant?" "Nossir.
Just a warning shot inna head, sir.
If you had enough money, you could hardly commit crimes at all.
You just perpetrated amusing little peccadilloes.
Most horses don't walk backwards voluntarily, because what they can't see doesn't exist.
Happiness is not the natural state of mankind, and is never achieved from the outside in.
The important thing about adventures, thought Mr.
Bunnsy, was that they shouldn't be so long as to make you miss mealtimes.
And he dreamed the dream of all those who publish books, which was to have so much gold in your pockets that you would have to employ two people just to hold your trousers up.
Journalism makes you think fast. You have to speak to people in all walks of life. Especially local journalism.
The people of Ankh-Morpork had a straightforward, no-nonsense approach to entertainment, and while they were looking forward to seeing a dragon slain, they'd be happy to settle instead for seeing someone being baked alive in his own armour. You didn't get the chance every day to see someone baked alive in their own armour. It would be something for the children to remember.
You're not going to tell me they built fifty-foot-high killer golems, are you?" "Only a man would think of that. It's our job," said Moist. "If you don't think of fifty-foot-high killer golems first, someone else will.
He helped the Librarian up. There was a red glow in the ape's eyes. It had tried to steal his books. This was probably the best proof any wizard could require that the trolleys were brainless.
Everyone's heard of Erwin Schrodinger's famous thought experiment.
You put a cat in a box with a bottle of poison, which many people would suggest is about as far as you need to go.
Science fiction is fantasy with bolts painted on outside.
What's a philosopher?' said Brutha. Someone who's bright enough to find a job with no heavy lifting,' said a voice in his head.
Sometimes the gods have no taste at all.
They allow sunrises and sunsets in ridiculous pink and blue hues that any professional artist would dismiss as the work of some enthsiastic amateur who'd never looked at a real sunset. This was one of those sunrises. It was the kind of sunrise a man looks at and says, 'No real sunrise could paint the sky Surgical Appliance Pink.'Nevertheless, it was beautiful.
It was also a room full of books and made of books.
There was no actual furniture; this is to say, the desk and chairs were shaped out of books. It looked as though many of them were frequently referred to, because they lay open with other books used as bookmarks.
When she spoke again it was in the thin, careful and above all brave voice of someone who has pulled themselves together despite overwhelming odds but might let go again at any moment.
You can't inspire people with facts. They need a cause. They need a symbol.
Someone got killed up here.... It was outside. A tall man. He had one leg longer’n the other. And a beard. He was probably a hunter." "How’d you know all that?" "I just trod on ‘im.
They called themselves the Munrungs. It meant The People, or The True Human Beings.
It's what most people call themselves, to begin with. And then one day the tribe meets some other People or, if it's not been a good day, The Enemy. If only they'd think up a name like Some More True Human Beings, it'd save a lot of trouble later on
Insofar as he'd formed any opinion of her, it was that she suffered from misplaced gentility and the mistaken belief that etiquette meant good breeding. She mistook mannerisms for manners.
And never resist a perfect moment.
I know loads of coppers and dealt with them a lot when I was a journalist - coppers are easy to write for; they tend to run on rails.
It wasn't that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of invasive presence.
Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.
And sin, young man, is when you treat people like things.
We sleepwalk through our lives, because how could we live if we were always this awake?