He’d never wanted much, except perhaps to be left alone and not woken up until midday. When he’d been small, people had said things like, “And what do you want to be, little man?” and he’d said, “I don’t know. What have you got?”
They didn’t let you get away with that sort of thing for very long. It wasn’t enough to be what you were, you had to be working to be something else.
Terry Pratchett, “Moving Pictures” (via rusty-diamond)