terry pictures

  • 'That,' he said ,'is the mayonnaisey. Made it myself. Out of a book,' he added proudly.
  • 'Yeah, I expect you did,' said the man, prodding it. 'Clearly oil, eggs and vinegar were not involved, right?'
  • 'Specialitay de lar mayson,' said Fruntkin.
  • 'Right, right,' said the man. 'Only it's attacking my lettuce.'
  • Fruntkin grasped his ladle angrily.
  • 'Look--' he began.
  • 'No, it's all right,' said the prospective diner. 'The slugs have formed a defensive ring.'

You know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world?

It’s all the people who never find out what it is they really want to do or what it is they’re really good at. It’s all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths. It’s all the people who could be really fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, so they become bad ploughmen instead. It’s all the people with talents who never even find out. Maybe they are never even born  in a time when it’s even possible to find out.

It’s all the people who never get to know what it is they can really be. It’s all the wasted chances

—  Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures
AND I MADE SURE SOME OF THEM SAW ME.  I KNOW IF THEY ARE PEEPING, Death added proudly.

‘Well done, sir.’

YES.

'Though here’s a tip.  JUST “ho, ho, ho” will do.  Don’t say, “Cower, brief mortals” unless you want them to grow up to be money lenders or some such.’
—  Terry Pratchett, “Hogfather”

“No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.”
Terry Pratchett - Reaper Man

Its been a year already, but the ripples have yet to fade.

Discworld headcanon

But like, there would be regular balls and such. ANd you’ve got Sam Vimes dancing with Sybill, very sedate, very formal, very conservative, because this is definitely not Sam Vimes’ idea of fun (well, dancing with Sybill is surprisingly pleasant and and he didn’t mind learning but it’s different when you’re in front of the posh nobs). So Sam and Sybill, and all the other couples, dancing very normal.

Except 

suddenly

cutting through the crowd

It’s Mr Lipwig and Ms Dearheart, doing the tango

(Moist is the one who gets dipped of course)