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Love doesn’t keep a score of wrongs. Love doesn’t bring up past failures. None of us is perfect.

— The 5 Love Languages by Gary D. Chapman (Duplicate)

Death looked surprised. THE GODS CAN DEMAND NOTHING OF ME. EVEN GODS ANSWER TO ME, EVENTUALLY.

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

THERE’S NO JUSTICE, said Mort. JUST US.

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

Death was bewildered. He couldn’t fight it. He was actually feeling glad to be alive, and very reluctant to be Death.

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

“On who?” said Keli. Her voice could have kept milk fresh for a month.

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

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: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

runners-up in the city’s eternal and byzantine gang warfare drifted silently down through the chilly waters of the river with lead weights tied to their feet,

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

“Well, you see—I reckoned that if enough people believed in her, they could change reality. It works for gods. If people stop believing in a god, he dies. If a lot of them believe in him, he grows stronger.”

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

People don’t alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it.

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

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

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

we’ve got a special on Cutwell’s Shield of Passion ointment,” said the face, and winked in a startling fashion. “Provides your wild oats while guaranteeing a crop failure, if you know what I mean.”

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

“You may want to hold on to your job, but will you ever be able to let go?”

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

They’re always telling folk how much better it’s going to be when they’re dead. We tell them it could be pretty good right here if only they’d put their minds to it.”

— Mort: a novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett