Showing posts with label PRATCHETT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PRATCHETT. Show all posts

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Guitars and Women

Although dwarfs did not, as a rule, play stringed instruments, Glod knew a guitar when he saw one. They were supposed to be shaped like a woman, but this was only the case if you thought a woman had no legs, a long neck, and too many ears.

- Terry Pratchett, Soul Music, 35.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Butterfly Effect

'Didn't he have a crossbow?' he said. 'Bit odd, going after interesting rare butterflies with a crossbow.'

Zorgo readjusted the fit of the grid on his patient's bald head. 'Dunno,' he said, 'I suppose it stops them creating all these damn thunderstorms.'

-Terry Pratchett, Men At Arms, 295.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

A Woman of Virtue

Good old Sybil, he told himself...Her female forbears had valiantly backed up their husbands as distant embassies were besieged, had given birth on a camel back or in the shade of a stricken elephant, had handed around little gold-wrapped chocolates while trolls were trying to break into the compound, or had merely stayed at home and nursed such bits of husbands and sons that made it back from endless wars. The result was a species of woman, who, when duty called, turned into solid steel.

-Terry Pratchett, Thud, 230.