It's always surprising to be reminded that while you're watching and thinking about people, all knowing and superior, they're watching and thinking about you, right back at you.
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 PratchettIt was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.
Terry PratchettWhole new theories of money were growing here like mushrooms: in the dark and based on bullshit.
Terry Pratchett