Терри Пратчетт: Цитаты на английском языке (страница 23)

“When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow's-point- of-view is seldom necessary.”

“As large as worlds. As old as Time. As patient as a brick.”

“In order to have a change of fortune at the last minute, you have to take your fortune to the last minute.”

“People are often so busy living that they never stop to wonder why.”

“There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.”

“Tragic heroes always moan when the gods take an interest in them, but it's the people the gods ignore who get the really tough deals.”

“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.”

“See a pin and pick it up, and, all day long, you'll have a pin.”

“They obeyed, as wise men do when a woman puts her foot down…”

“The jurisdiction of a good man extends to the end of the world.”

“Don't do anything I wouldn't do, if you ever find anything I wouldn't do.”

“The city's full of people who you just see around.”

“‎No one remembers the singer. The song remains.”

“No. Men should die for lies. But the truth is too precious to die for.”

“The Departure Aria, a very important and romantic song”

“Things just happen, one after another. They don't care who knows. But… ah, history is different. History has to be observed. Otherwise it's not history. It's just… well, things happening one after another.”

“We sleepwalk through our lives, because how could we live if we were always this awake?”

“Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.”

“These weren't cheap modern books; these were books bound in leather, and not just leather, but leather from clever cows who had given their lives for literature after a happy existence in the very best pastures.”