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“Gods,” prompted Om again. “We’re here to ask about gods!” “But is all this true?” said Brutha. Didactylos shrugged. “Could be. Could be. We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.” “You mean you don’t know it’s true?” said Brutha. “I think it might be,” said Didactylos. “I could be wrong. Not being certain is what being a philosopher is all about.” “Talk about gods,” said Om. “Gods,” said Brutha weakly.”
― Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

“It’s fifteen hundred miles to Ankh-Morpork,” he said. “We’ve got three hundred and sixty-three elephants, fifty carts of forage, the monsoon’s about to break and we’re wearing…we’re wearing…sort of things, like glass, only dark…dark glass things on our eyes…” His voice trailed off. His brow furrowed, as if he’d just been listening to his own voice and hadn’t understood it. The air seemed to glitter. He saw M’Bu staring at him. He shrugged. “Let’s go,” he said.”
― Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures

“This is because if people went around noticing everything that was going on all the time, no one would ever get anything done.”
― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms

“Well, I’ll tell you something,” she said. “If you don’t turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else’s story.” “And what if your story doesn’t work?” “You keep changing it until you find one that does.” “Sounds silly.” “Huh, look at you. You’re just a face in someone else’s background.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents