Writing fiction, especially a long work of fiction, can be a difficult, lonely job; it's like crossing the Atlantic Ocean in a bathtub. There's plenty of opportunity for self-doubt.

Quiet people have the loudest minds.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.

You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.

People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.

Racism was not a problem on the Discworld, because—what with trolls and dwarfs and so on—speciesism was more interesting. Black and white lived in perfect harmony and ganged up on green.

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

As a work of art, it reminds me of a long conversation between two drunks

I sang in art school, just to get money to smoke.

There is no sound more feminine than a woman in a taffeta dress.

Extended empires are like expanded gold, exchanging solid strength for feeble splendor.

I decided to create a really good laptop recording situation and to learn how to write that way, rather than have the perfect stuff around.

The Doctor: I've seen bigger. Clara: Really? The Doctor: Are you joking? It's massive!

Once an individual's search for meaning is successful, it not only renders him happy but also gives him the capability to cope with suffering