Adam looked at Them. They were his kind of people, too.
You just had to decide who your friends really were.
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They were also slightly less intelligent than he was. This is a quality you should always pray for in your would-be murderer.
Terry PratchettSuicide was against the law. Johnny had wondered why. It meant that if you missed, or the gas ran out, or the rope broke, you could get locked up in prison to show you that life was really very jolly and throughly worth living.
Terry PratchettYe gods, it was so much better when there were just four of us up against that bloody great dragon, Vimes thought as they walked on. Of course, we nearly got burned alive a few times, but at least it wasn't complicated. It was a damned great dragon. You could see it coming. It didn't get political on you.
Terry PratchettA man walked across the moors from Razorback to Lancre town without seeing a single marshlight, head-less dog, strolling tree, ghostly coach or comet, and had to be taken in by a tavern and given a drink to unsteady his nerves.
Terry PratchettThere were only three times in your life when it was proper to come through the front door, and you were carried every time.
Terry PratchettJeg mener, javel, det var hundre år, men hun flyttet bare slottet. Jeg tror at hvem som helst kan greie et slott. Det rykket litt i den sinte minen til Bestemor. Og hun lot det vokse ugress over det hele, bemerket hun stramt.
Terry PratchettBodde i et ekte pepperkakehus også. Et par unger dyttet henne inn i hennes egen ovn til slutt. Rystende greier.
Terry PratchettEn gang forvandlet hun et gresskar til en kongelig karet, sa Dadda. (...) Det hjelper ingen å møte på ball og lukte som en pai. Og den affæren med glasskoen. Farlig etter min mening. Men det største hun noen gang gjorde, sa Dadda og ignorerte avbrytelsen, var å få et helt slott til å sove i hundre år til... Hun nølte. Kan ikke huske det. Dreide det seg om rosebusker, eller var det spinnerokker med i det der? Jeg tror det var en prinsesse som måtte fingre på... nei, det var en prins. Sånn var det. Fingre på en prins? sa Magrotte ille til mote. Nei... han måtte kysse henne.
Terry PratchettEt eller annet sted på Skiven, sa fornuften ham, måtte det være noen som var mer ulykkelig enn ham. Han lurte på hvem det var.
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