[july-19th-club]

DO YOU MIND IF I STOP THE CLOCK?

She glanced up at the boggle-eyed owl.

“What? Oh. Why?”

I AM AFRAID IT GETS ON MY NERVES.

“It’s not very loud, is it?”

Bill Door wanted to say that every tick was like the hammering of iron clubs on bronze pillars.

IT’S JUST RATHER ANNOYING, MISS FLITWORTH.

“Well, stop it if you want to, I’m sure. I only keep it wound up for the company.”

Bill Door got up thankfully, stepped gingerly through the forest of ornaments, and grabbed the pine-cone shaped pendulum. The wooden owl glared at him and the ticking stopped, at least in the realm of common sound. He was aware that, elsewhere, the pounding of Time continued none the less. How could people endure it? They allowed Time in their houses, as though it was a friend.

- Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

[thegirlwhohid]

What have I always believed?
That on the whole, and by and large, if a man lived properly, not according to what any priests said, but according to what seemed decent and honest inside, then it would, at the end, more or less, turn out all right.

‘Small Gods’ moodboard

Favorite books: (33/?)

Books by Terry Pratchett (13/49)

[goddidntdothis]

They borrowed the bike :)

They avoided one another’s faces, for fear of what they might see mirrored there. Each man thought: one of the others is bound to say something soon, some protest, and then I’ll murmur agreement, not actually say anything, I’m not as stupid as that, but definitely murmur very firmly, so that the others will be in no doubt that I thoroughly disapprove, because at a time like this it behooves all decent men to nearly stand up and be almost heard…But no one said anything. The cowards, each man thought.

Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett (via bealovesbees)

[bookshelfpassageway]

Rincewind: Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do about the drought. We tried, failed, and so I guess there’s nothing we can do about it. this is why i stay out of these things :/

Death: G’DAY

Rincewind: NO YOU GET OUT OF HERE WITH THAT SHIT WHERE THERE’S LIFE THERE’S HOPE WE’LL FIND A WAY WE’RE GONNA SAVE THIS PLACE I’M GONNA TOW AN ICEBERG HERE FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DISC AND I’LL DO IT MYSELF IF I HAVE TO

[bookhobbit]

’‘i’m not going to help you with your stupid revolution but while i’m here right now hang on i gotta stop you from dying like IDIOTS’’#“i dont care” said rincewind caringly#i love how his character arc goes from him being a bit of a cowardly heartless little shit#and then loudly declaring that he is a cowardly heartless bastard while also helping with increasingly less arguing with himself about it#because like he can’t NOT help#he’d feel BAD if he didn’t help  (via OP)

[inkheart17likes]

WHY SHOULD YOU CARE, THEN?

“Because he matt- because he’s a human being, that’s why,” said Susan, surprised at herself. “I don’t see why people should be messed around like that,” she added lamely. “That’s all. Oh, I don’t know.”

He leaned down again until his skull was on a level with her face.

BUT MOST PEOPLE ARE RATHER STUPID AND WASTE THEIR LIVES. HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THAT? HAVE YOU NOT LOOKED DOWN FROM THE HORSE AT A CITY AND THOUGHT HOW MUCH IT RESEMBLED AN ANT HEAP, FULL OF BLIND CREATURES WHO THINK THEIR MUNDANE LITTLE WORLD IS REAL? YOU SEE THE LIGHTED WINDOWS AND WHAT YOU WANT TO THINK IS THAT THERE MUST BE MANY INTERESTING STORIES BEHIND THEM, BUT WHAT YOU KNOW IS THAT REALLY THERE ARE JUST DULL, DULL SOULS, MERE CONSUMERS OF FOOD, WHO THINK THEIR INSTINCTS ARE EMOTIONS AND THEIR TINY LIVES OF MORE ACCOUNT THAN A WHISPER OF WIND.

The blue glow was bottomless. It seemed to be sucking her own thoughts out of her mind.

“No,” whispered Susan. “No, I’ve never thought like that.”

Death stood up abruptly and turned away. YOU MAY FIND THAT IT HELPS, he said.

-Soul Music, Terry Pratchett

[patricianandclerk]

that drumknott feel when you serve as like, a good 80% of the patrician’s impulse control, but you’re too polite and self-effacing to stop him when he pitches you ideas like “i’m going to sell sam vimes he’s arresting and ask him to handcuff me in public” and “you see this con man? i’m going to give him all the offices in the city” and “this dog, the bank chairman? we’re going to kidnap him and he’s going to be ours, and no one will argue because i’m the patrician”

[persephinae]

*strums guitar*  I like to call this song  "Terry Pratchett Should Be Required Reading, Jesus Christ He Didn’t Fuck Around"

[ghastmaskzombie]

i think terry pratchett captured a very salient point in the clash between science and religion when he had a character say "they’re always telling folk how much better it’s going to be when they’re dead. we tell them it could be pretty good right here if only they’d put their minds to it.“ unfortunately, i can never recall the fellow’s name.

[iamshadow21]

I just realised something, and it took reading The Last Hero for the first time and seeing an illustration of Carrot with a crew cut and bare face that startled me. All along, I’ve been picturing Carrot as kind of a ginger Chris Evans/Chris Hemsworth at their best comedic straightman thing, like Chris-playing-Loki-playing-Cap, or Hemsworth from Ghostbusters, but more intelligent. Or Paul Gross as Benton Fraser from Due South. Buff, noble, and smart but a bit of an adorable bonehead. But it has occured to me - I’ve been imagining Carrot as clean-shaven, which is a conventionally HUMAN form of neat and tidy grooming, which Carrot is renowned for. But Carrot is culturally a dwarf. There is NO WAY he’d be clean shaven. Somehow, this changes EVERYTHING. Not just scruff but proper beardy length. Special beard care products. BRAIDING AND SHAPING THAT HAS CULTURAL MEANING. Carrot identifies as a dwarf, and his facial/head hair would definitely reflect that.