Terry Pratchett
Terry Pratchett
Sir Terence David John "Terry" Pratchett, OBEwas an English author of fantasy novels, especially comical works. He is best known for his Discworld series of 41 novels. Pratchett's first novel, The Carpet People, was published in 1971; after the first Discworld novel, The Colour of Magic, was published in 1983, he wrote two books a year on average. His 2011 Discworld novel Snuff was at the time of its release the third-fastest-selling hardback adult-readership novel since records began in the...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 April 1948
CityBeaconsfield, England
There are, almost by definition, an unlimited number of Hells - potentially at least a personal one for every living sapient being.
All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel - or if there was, it was an oncoming train.
London was not designed for cars. Come to that, it wasn't designed for people. It just sort of happened. This created problems, and the solutions that were implemented became the next problems, five or ten or a hundred years down the line.
A world like that, which exists only because the gods enjoy a joke, must be a place where magic can survive. And sex too, of course.
As we all know, the Discworld is a flat planet - like a geological pizza, but without the anchovies.
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!
The English were notoriously unenthusiastic about burning witches. I suppose ours were too soggy.
Just because something is a metaphor doesn't mean it can't be real.
Up until now I'd always though RSI meant 'I hate my damn job'.
I'd like to stand up for the rights of people who put everything on their burger - chutney, mustard, pickle, mustard pickle, tomato sauce... It is common knowledge in my family that I can't tell the difference between a veggie burger and a meat one, because the ratio of burger to pickles is so high.
Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb - they're often students, for heaven's sake.
One of the recurring philosophical questions is: 'Does a falling tree in the forest make a sound when there is no one to hear?' Which says something about the nature of philosophers , because there is always someone in a forest. It may only be a badger, wondering what that cracking noise was, or a squirrel a bit puzzled by all the scenery going upwards, but someone.
What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?
Remember - that which does not kill us can only make us stronger. And that which does kill us leaves us dead!