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“Ankh-Morpork had dallied with many forms of government and had ended up with that form of democracy known as One Man, One Vote. The Patrician was the Man; he had the Vote.”
— Terry Pratchett, Mort
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Some Death outfits
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DEATH anger and familiar love - After/Before
(”Mort”, I Book/”Soul Music”, III Book)
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History isn’t like that. History unravels gently, like an old sweater. It has been patched and darned many times, reknitted to suit different people, shoved in a box under the sink of censorship to be cut up for the dusters of propaganda, yet it always—eventually—manages to spring back into its old familiar shape. History has a habit of changing the people who think they are changing it. History always has a few tricks up its frayed sleeve. It’s been around a long time.
Terry Pratchett, Mort (via yasanggok)
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Ankh-Morpork had dallied with many forms of government and had ended up with that form of democracy known as One Man, One Vote. The Patrician was the Man; he had the Vote.
Mort, Terry Pratchett (via sherlocks-freebitch)
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“Well, – – – – me,” he said. “A – – – – ing wizard. I hate – – – – ing wizards!”
“You shouldn’t – – – – them, then,” muttered one of his henchmen, effortlessly pronouncing a row of dashes.
Mort by Terry Pratchett (via octarine-ash)
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Just finished Mort from Terry Pratchett. Now intending to binge all the Discworld books.
Death is so damn perfect ^ ^
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oh Ysabell sweetheart, if you only knew
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There should be a word for that brief period just after waking when the mind is full of warm pink nothing. You lie there entirely empty of thought, except for a growing suspicion that heading towards you, like a sockful of damp sand in a nocturnal alleyway, are all the recollections you’d really rather do without, and which amount to the fact that the only mitigating factor in your horrible future is the certainty that it will be quite short.
Terry Pratchett, Mort (via panzertron)
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Inktober - Death from “Mort”
Antrollo.
Past king of Ankh-Morpork. Little fat man, squeaky voice. This seems to be all that anyone can remember about him.
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Mort
Death: YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF THE BAY OF MANTE, HAVE YOU?
Mort: No, sir.
Death: FAMOUS SHIPWRECK THERE.
Mort: Was there?
Death: THERE WILL BE, IF I CAN FIND THE DAMN PLACE.
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The atmosphere inside was still loud with talk and heavy with smoke although the landlord was doing all those things landlords do when they think it’s time to close, like turn some of the lights out, wind up the clock, put a cloth over the pumps and, just in case, check the whereabouts of their club with the nails hammered in it. Not that the customers were taking the slightest bit of notice, of course. To most of the Drum’s clientele even the nailed club would have been considered a mere hint.
Mort by Terry Pratchett (via cat-sophia)
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There should be a word for that brief period just after waking when the mind is full of warm pink nothing. You lie there entirely empty of thought, except for a growing suspicion that heading towards you, like a sockful of damp sand in a nocturnal alleyway, are all the recollections you’d really rather do without, and which amount to the fact that the only mitigating factor in your horrible future is the certainty that it will be quite short.
Mort by Terry Pratchett (via statusquotable)
'You like it?' he said to Mort, in pretty much the same tone of voice people used when they said to St George, 'You killed a what?'
- Mort tries scrumble for the first time, from Mort by Terry Pratchett
'What do people like to drink here, then?' The landlord looked sideways at his customers, a clever trick given that they were directly in front of him.
- Mort in a tavern, from Mort by Terry Pratchett