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Terry Pratchett at MyLifePoem.com (found: 183)
Fantasy is an exercise...
“Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can. Of course, I could be wrong.”
On nights such as these the gods, as has already been pointed out, play games other than chess with the fates of mortals and the thrones of kings. It is important to remember that they always cheat, right up to the end...
In fact, no gods anywhere play chess. They prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight to Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.
Above the hearth was a huge pokerwork sign saying "Mother". No tyrant in the whole history of the world had ever achieved a domination so complete.
I'd like to know if I could compare you to a summer's day. Because -- well, June 12th was quite nice, and...
"There must be a hundred silver dollars in here," moaned Boggis, waving a purse.
"I mean, that's not my league. That's not my class. I can't handle that sort of money. You've got to be in the Guild of Lawyers or something to steal that much."
"I mean, that's not my league. That's not my class. I can't handle that sort of money. You've got to be in the Guild of Lawyers or something to steal that much."
The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regularly went cuckoo.
Genua had once controlled the river mouth and taxed its traffic in a way that couldn't be called piracy because it was done by the city government.
You can't go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it's just a cage.