my arbitrary book list

All right,” said Tiffany reluctantly, “but you told Mr. Umbril the shoemaker that his chest pains will clear up if he walks to the waterfall at Tumble Crag every day for a month and throws three shiny pebbles into the pool for the water sprites! That’s not doctoring!”
“No, but he thinks it is. The man spends too much time sitting hunched up. A five-mile walk in the fresh air every day for a month will see him as right as rain,” said Mistress Weatherwax.
“Oh,” said Tiffany. “Another story?”
“If you like,” said Mistress Weatherwax, her eyes twinkling. “And you never know, maybe the water sprites will be grateful for the pebbles.
— 

Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

i love the way Pratchett writes about witches. especially Granny Weatherwax. how they regard ‘magic’ has a very practical thing. for them, its not about spells and eye of newt. its about giving people whatever they need to believe in as a means to an end.

earlier in this same conversation she was saying that it might be too difficult to explain the concept of Germs to someone, but tiny Goblins made sense to them. “you have to tell people a story they can understand.” “A story gets things done. ”

anonymous asked:

ppssst im looking for your huge book rec post of classic literature and i cant find it :') could u point me in the right direction?

Alright, so I’m not sure which one to which you’re referring, I think it’s time for a masterpost. 

CLASSICAL LITERATURE
The fundamental works
The mythology-oriented works
The versions of Antigone

CLASSIC BOOKS
An overview of classics reading
Which classics to start with ?
A list of my recommended plays

POETRY
A list of arbitrary recommendations
Which poetry books to start with ?

MISCELLANEOUS
Feminist books and authors
Biographies and non-fiction
Literary interviews, a short list
Writing theory works
A list of works featuring Persephone

Now, you should be all set for finding what you’re looking for. And never hesitate to ask!

A lot of the stories were highly suspicious, in her opinion. There was the one that ended when the two good children pushed the wicked witch into her own oven. Tiffany had worried about that after all that trouble with Mrs. Snapperly. Stories like this stopped people thinking properly, she was sure. She’d read that one and thought, Excuse me? No one has an oven big enough to get a whole person in, and what made the children think they could just walk around eating people’s houses in any case? And why does some boy too stupid to know a cow is worth a lot more than five beans have the right to murder a giant and steal all his gold? Not to mention commit an act of ecological vandalism? And some girl who can’t tell the difference between a wolf and her grandmother must either have been as dense as teak or come from an extremely ugly family. The stories weren’t real. But Mrs. Snapperly had died because of stories.
—  Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men
Writers and artists build by hand little worlds that they hope might effect change in real minds, in the real world where stories are read. A story can make us cry and laugh, break our hearts, or make us angry enough to change the world.
It is a popular fact that nine-tenths of the brain is not used and, like most popular facts, it is wrong… It is used. And one of its functions is to make the miraculous seem ordinary and turn the unusual into the usual.
Because if this was not the case, then human beings, faced with the daily wondrousness of everything, would go around wearing big stupid grins, similar to those worn by certain remote tribesmen who occasionally get raided by the authorities and have the contents of their plastic greenhouses very seriously inspected.
—  -Small Gods, Terry Pratchett
I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?”
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, “No, that’s not right.”
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.
—  Fight Club - Chuck Palaniuk