И все пак музиката се лееше.
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От нея на човек му се дощяваше да събори стените и да се възкачи на небето по огнени стъпала. Дощяваше му се да изключи всички щепсели, да изхвърли всички шалтери и да пъхне пръсти в електрическата мрежа на вселената, за да види какво ще стане след това. Дощяваше му се да боядиса вратата на спалнята си в черно и да я налепи с плакати.
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А ритъмът продължаваше, като пращеше от мозък в мозък, щракаше с пръсти и свиваше презрително устни. Жива музика. Музика с камъни в нея, която подивяваше… Най-сетне свободна! Тя скачаше от глава на глава, пропукваше през ушите и се насочваше към малкия мозък.
Questions don't have to make sense, Vincent," said Miss Susan. "But answers do.
Terry PratchettTag: logic answers stupid-questions
Sometimes thinking is like talking to another person, but that person is also you.
Terry PratchettTag: thinking conversation thoughts
It was no use getting angry with Wullie; he lived in a Wullie-shaped world of his own. You had to think diagonally.
Terry PratchettHistory needs shepherds, not butchers.
Terry PratchettLuck is my middle name," said Rincewind, indistinctly. "Mind you, my first name is Bad.
Terry PratchettTag: humor luck rincewind interesting-times middle-name
He’d always felt he had a right to exist as a wizard in the same way that you couldn’t do proper maths without the number 0, which wasn’t a number at all but, if it went away, would leave a lot of larger numbers looking bloody stupid.
Terry PratchettTag: humor numbers maths wizard zero rincewind number interesting-times 0
Besides…where Rincewind went’ – he lowered his voice – ‘trouble followed behind.’
Ridcully noticed that the wizards drew a little closer together.
‘Sounds all right to me,’ he said. ‘Best place for trouble, behind.
Tag: humor wizards trouble rincewind ridcully interesting-times
Susan stared at him.
The blue glow in Death’s eyes gradually faded, and as the light died it sucked at her gaze so that it was dragged into the eye sockets and into the darkness beyond…
…which went on and on, for ever. There was no word for it. Even eternity was a human idea. Giving it a name gave it a length; admittedly, a very long one. But this darkness was what was left when eternity had given up. It was where Death lived. Alone.
Tag: eternity death discworld soul-music
As castles went, this one looked as though it could be taken by a small squad of not very efficient soldiers. For defence, putting a blanket over your head might be marginally safer.
Terry PratchettTag: humor
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