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key to the understanding of all religion is that a god’s idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.
A year went past. The days followed one another patiently. Right back at the beginning of the multiverse they had tried all passing at the same time, and it hadn’t worked.
There was plenty of flat ground in the Ramtops. The problem was that nearly all of it was vertical.
Pure Prachett, the master of the turn of a phrase.
The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regularly went cuckoo.
Nanny believed that a bit of thrilling and pointless terror was an essential ingredient of the magic of childhood.
Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn’t the kind of person who ever became lost. It was just that, at the moment, while she knew exactly where SHE was, she didn’t know the position of anywhere else.
Ahead of her she made out Granny Weatherwax dropping like a stone, one hand clutching her hat, the other trying to prevent gravity from seeing up her skirts.
Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.
“Actors,” said Granny, witheringly. “As if the world weren’t full of enough history without inventing more.”
Inside this little world they had taken pains to put all the things you might think they would want to escape from—hatred, fear, tyranny, and so forth. Death was intrigued. They thought they wanted to be taken out of themselves, and every art humans dreamt up took them further in. He was fascinated.
“Sometimes, you have to be kind to be cruel,” said Nanny Ogg approvingly.
