The real world was far too real to leave neat little hints. It was full of too many things. It wasn't by eliminating the impossible that you got to the truth, however improbable; it was by the much harder process of eliminating the possibilities.
Terry PratchettYou say that you people donโt burn folk and sacrifice people anymore, but thatโs what true faith would mean, yโsee? Sacrificinโ your own life, one day at a time, to the flame, declarinโ the truth of it, workinโ for it, breathinโ the soul of it. Thatโs religion. Anything else is just . . . is just beinโ nice. And a way of keepinโ in touch with the neighbors.
Terry PratchettIt was octarine, the colour of magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself. But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple.
Terry Pratchett