I've seen an awful lot of quotes from Terry's various works today, and I can't decide whether to be comforted that he already had humanity mapped out and gently introduced me to it, or kinda depressed that he wrote some of those words 30+ years ago and people aren't really any better.
I've seen an awful lot of quotes from Terry's various works today, and I can't decide whether to be comforted that he already had humanity mapped out and gently introduced me to it, or kinda depressed that he wrote some of those words 30+ years ago and people aren't really any better.
oh christ, I've been wondering why Im in just an utterly black mood today.
Terry Pratchett died 10 years ago today.
That day I walked to the store, bought a plastic bottle of vodka, and drank most of it while crying at a public park.
a few days later I got "How do they rise up" tattoo'd on my inner bicep.
Generally considered a femme place to get a tattoo but I liked it anyways. #ThereWereNoSigns
Its hard to put into words what that man and his Works meant to me. What they still mean to me.
He taught me "Dont get scared, get angry"
That "there is no justice. There is just us."
That revolutions rarely help the people who need help, they usually just swap one ruling body for another.
That your gender expression is whatever the …
oh christ, I've been wondering why Im in just an utterly black mood today.
Terry Pratchett died 10 years ago today.
That day I walked to the store, bought a plastic bottle of vodka, and drank most of it while crying at a public park.
a few days later I got "How do they rise up" tattoo'd on my inner bicep.
Generally considered a femme place to get a tattoo but I liked it anyways. #ThereWereNoSigns
Its hard to put into words what that man and his Works meant to me. What they still mean to me.
He taught me "Dont get scared, get angry"
That "there is no justice. There is just us."
That revolutions rarely help the people who need help, they usually just swap one ruling body for another.
That your gender expression is whatever the fuck you want it to be and letting generations of dead people decide otherwise for you is not just stupid but a fate worse than death.
That sin begins when you treat people as things. Especially yourself.
That compassion isn't always the same thing as nice.
That Words In The Heart Cannot Be Taken.
That no one is truly dead as long as their name is still spoken.
I often wonder how Tiffany is doing? What's young Sam up to? What's Moist doing with his time? Is Vetinari still going, or did he finally meet his match?
Most of all though, I miss the new words. The characters were my friends, the Discworld my hideaway.
I miss all of them, as well as their creator - even though I never met him.
Terry's words made me who I am today. They gave me the courage to ask questions, to stand up for what is right and have comforted me in my grief.
Thank you for your words Terry, they mean so much to so many. You live on in so many of us.
I often wonder how Tiffany is doing? What's young Sam up to? What's Moist doing with his time? Is Vetinari still going, or did he finally meet his match?
Most of all though, I miss the new words. The characters were my friends, the Discworld my hideaway.
I miss all of them, as well as their creator - even though I never met him.
Terry's words made me who I am today. They gave me the courage to ask questions, to stand up for what is right and have comforted me in my grief.
Thank you for your words Terry, they mean so much to so many. You live on in so many of us.
And I hate the publisher monopoly as much as the next guy, but I'll be buying that annotated edition of Night Watch when it drops next April, and reading it all again with relish. Mind how you go.
In fact, no gods anywhere play chess. They prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight to Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.
In fact, no gods anywhere play chess. They prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight to Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.
The Assassin moved quietly from roof to roof until he was well away from the excitement around the Watch House. His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.
