[b]Terry Pratchett
The trouble with thinking was that, once you started, you went on doing it.[/b]
Into the wee hours of the morning for example.
…no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away…
Unless perhaps dead is dead.
One day I’ll work out what it is you are saying, my lad, and then you’ll be in trouble.
Of course that could take years.
We were supposed to be cruel, cunning, heartless and terrible. But this much I can tell you, we never burned and tortured and ripped one another apart and called it morality.
In the name of, for example, national security.
[b]The place where the story happened was a world on the back of four elephants perched on the shell of a giant turtle. That’s the advantage of space. It’s big enough to hold practically anything, and so, eventually, it does.
People think that it is strange to have a turtle ten thousand miles long and an elephant more than two thousand miles tall, which just shows that the human brain is ill-adapted for thinking and was probably originally designed for cooling the blood. It believes mere size is amazing.
There’s nothing amazing about size. Turtles are amazing, and elephants are quite astonishing. But the fact that there’s a big turtle is far less amazing than the fact that there is a turtle anywhere. [/b]
And [so far] going all the way back to nothing at all. If you believe that story.
Multiple exclamation marks, he went on, shaking his head, are a sure sign of a diseased mind.
Not counting the times you will never have enough of them.