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  • #32
    William Goldman
    “My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!”
    William Goldman, The Princess Bride

  • #33
    Terry Pratchett
    “If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!”
    Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic

  • #34
    Terry Pratchett
    “The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.”
    Terry Pratchett, Diggers

  • #35
    Terry Pratchett
    “Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH', the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.”
    Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time

  • #36
    Terry Pratchett
    “It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.”
    Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

  • #37
    Terry Pratchett
    “In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.”
    Terry Pratchett

  • #38
    Terry Pratchett
    “I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.”
    Terry Pratchett

  • #39
    Terry Pratchett
    “Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
    Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

  • #40
    Terry Pratchett
    “No! Please! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" the man yelled.
    "Really?" said Vimes. "What's the orbital velocity of the moon?"
    "What?"
    "Oh, you'd like something simpler?”
    Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

  • #41
    Terry Pratchett
    “If you have enough book space, I don't want to talk to you.”
    Terry Pratchett

  • #42
    Terry Pratchett
    “I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
    Death thought about it.
    CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.”
    Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

  • #43
    Terry Pratchett
    “DON'T THINK OF IT AS DYING, said Death. JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.”
    Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

  • #44
    Terry Pratchett
    “There is a rumour going around that I have found God. I think this is unlikely because I have enough difficulty finding my keys, and there is empirical evidence that they exist.”
    Terry Pratchett

  • #45
    Terry Pratchett
    “A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.”
    Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

  • #46
    Terry Pratchett
    “The whole of life is just like watching a film. Only it's as though you always get in ten minutes after the big picture has started, and no-one will tell you the plot, so you have to work it out all yourself from the clues.”
    Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures

  • #47
    Terry Pratchett
    “She was already learning that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewrite them so that they don't apply to you.”
    Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites

  • #48
    Terry Pratchett
    “His philosophy was a mixture of three famous schools -- the Cynics, the Stoics and the Epicureans -- and summed up all three of them in his famous phrase, 'You can't trust any bugger further than you can throw him, and there's nothing you can do about it, so let's have a drink.”
    Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

  • #49
    Terry Pratchett
    “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.”
    Terry Pratchett

  • #50
    Terry Pratchett
    “Albert grunted. "Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?"
    Mort thought for a moment.
    "No," he said eventually, "what?"
    There was silence.
    Then Albert straightened up and said, "Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve 'em right.”
    Terry Pratchett, Mort

  • #51
    Terry Pratchett
    “All right," said Susan. "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need... fantasies to make life bearable."

    REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

    "Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—"

    YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.

    "So we can believe the big ones?"

    YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.

    "They're not the same at all!"

    YOU THINK SO? THEN TAKE THE UNIVERSE AND GRIND IT DOWN TO THE FINEST POWDER AND SIEVE IT THROUGH THE FINEST SIEVE AND THEN SHOW ME ONE ATOM OF JUSTICE, ONE MOLECULE OF MERCY. AND YET—Death waved a hand. AND YET YOU ACT AS IF THERE IS SOME IDEAL ORDER IN THE WORLD, AS IF THERE IS SOME...SOME RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE BY WHICH IT MAY BE JUDGED.

    "Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what's the point—"

    MY POINT EXACTLY.”
    Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

  • #52
    “The best thing to do if you start thinking such things (falling in love) is to lie down and wait for it to pass. It always does.”
    Anne Stuart, Fire and Ice

  • #53
    “And telling you I care about you is a waste of time. I wouldn't have crossed the ocean, come out of hiding, tracked you down, if you didn't matter to me.”
    Anne Stuart, Black Ice

  • #54
    “He was sound asleep, his long legs stretched out in front of him, the blessed fire blazing, an empty bottle of wine by his side. He hadn't been shaved recently, and he looked rumpled, dissolute and beautiful. Like
    a fallen angel. She moved to stand in front of him and pointed the pistol directly at his heart.

    "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he murmured, and then he opened his extraordinary eyes. "It's always
    unwise to shoot the man you're in love with.”
    Anne Stuart, The Devil's Waltz

  • #55
    “Please go away, Monsieur le Comte,” she said in a polite voice. “You must have tired of your absurd, inconsequential games by now.”
    “My games are never inconsequential, as long as they entertain me.”
    She closed her eyes in frustration for a brief moment. “This house is filled with beautiful women…”
    “Oh, not quite filled,” he said frankly, leaning back. “The Revels won’t start for another day. At this point there are no more than half a dozen beauties in residence.”
    “Then why don’t you go bother one of them?”
    “Because I don’t want one of them, my sweet. I want you.”
    Anne Stuart, Ruthless

  • #56
    “You don't believe in God, Rachel. You don't believe in goodness or love
    or mercy, do you?"
    "I haven't seen enough to form an opinion."
    "But you believe in the devil?"
    "When I'm sitting in a car with him, yes," she said.”
    Anne Stuart, Ritual Sins

  • #57
    “I lied. I do that, you know, when it suits me. I would have thought you'd realized that by now.”
    Anne Stuart, The Devil's Waltz

  • #58
    “If I am ever in the position where I wish to seduce someone I will simply assure her it’s better than rats.”
    Anne Stuart, Ruthless

  • #59
    “You can find yourself a decent,
    honorable man, one to love you, respect you, cherish you. Someone with
    morals, with a decent job and a good future. That's what you think you
    want, isn't it? Not some white trash from Alabama. Not some ex-con
    who's running the scam of a lifetime. You're so good and decent, the very
    thought of me disgusts you, doesn't it?" His voice was low and seductive
    as he pushed the words at her.
    She met his gaze with what she hoped was a fearless one of her own.
    "Yes," she said.
    "Then tell me, Rachel," he said, letting his hand toy with the loose
    neckline of her tunic, "why aren't you out somewhere, fucking your little
    gentleman's brains out? Why are you here with me, quivering when I
    touch you?”
    Anne Stuart, Ritual Sins

  • #60
    “It's going to storm," she said.
    "You've been in Alabama for twenty-four hours and you think you can
    read the weather?"
    "Then why is it so dark?"
    "It's going to storm."
    She wanted to hit him. "Then I'd appreciate getting to my car before it
    hits. I don't like thunderstorms. "
    "No, I imagine you don't," he said softly. "That's just something else
    you're afraid of. Sex, men, thunderstorms, being poor. Me. Anything else?
    "Yeah," she said. "I'm afraid of alligators and poisonous snakes, or
    otherwise I wouldn't be here in this hearse with you.”
    Anne Stuart, Ritual Sins

  • #61
    “It's a good thing you're an aging orphan," he murmured, gently pushing the hair away from her face. "I don't have to wait around to get anyone's permission."
    "Permission for what, you rat bastard?" she said.
    "Such language, dragon. I'm afraid you're going to have to marry me.”
    Anne Stuart, The Devil's Waltz



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