Discworld 14 - Lords And Ladies

Humans are always slightly lost. It’s a basic characteristic. It explains a lot about them.

It’s an animal. Animals can’t murder. Only us superior races can murder. That’s one of the things that sets us apart from animals.

It’s not what you’ve got that matters, it’s how you’ve got it.

People remember badly. But societies remember well, the swarm remembers, encoding the information to slip it past the censors of the mind, passing it on from grandmother to grandchild in little bits of nonsense they won’t bother to forget. Sometimes the truth keeps itself alive in devious ways despite the best efforts of the official keepers of information.

It was not the simple absence of day, patrolled by the moon and stars, but an extension of something that had existed long before there was any light to define it by absence. It was unfolding itself from under tree roots and inside stones, crawling back across the land.

There had to be a time when you stopped worrying about the rest of the world and cared a little for yourself. There had to be a time for a quiet, inner moment.

Stand before your god, bow before your king, and kneel before your man. Recipe for a happy life, that is

You can’t say ‘if this didn’t happen then that would have happened’ because you don’t know everything that might have happened. You might think something’d be good, but for all you know it could have turned out horrible.

Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.

Elves are marvelous. They cause marvels.

Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.

Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.

Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.

Elves are terrific. They beget terror.

You cared; not because it was kind or good, but because it was right.