They may be called the Palace Guard, the City Guard, or the Patrol. Whatever the name, their purpose in any work of heroic fantasy is identical: it is, round about Chapter Three (or ten minutes into the film) to rush into the room, attack the hero one at a time, and be slaughtered. No one ever asks them if they want to. This book is dedicated to those fine men.
Terry PratchettNothing I can say or devise, and nothing anybody else can say or devise, is going to be perfect.
Terry PratchettMatter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord.
Terry PratchettI [...] vowed that rather than let Alzheimer's take me, I would take it. I would live my life as ever to the full and die, ยญbefore the disease mounted its last ยญattack, in my own home, in a chair on the lawn, with a brandy in my hand to wash down whatever modern ยญversion of the "Brompton cocktail" some ยญhelpful medic could supply. And with ยญThomas Tallis on my iPod, I would shake hands with Death.
Terry PratchettGranddad was superstitious about books. He thought that if you had enough of them around, education leaked out, like radioactivity.
Terry Pratchett