“You’ve known me since we was girls, right?” Granny interrupted. “Through thick and thin, good and bad?”
“Yes, of course, but -“
“And you never sank to sayin’ “I’m telling you this as a friend”, did you?”
Nanny shook her head. It was a telling point. No one even remotely friendly would say a thing like that.
“What’s empowerin’ about witchcraft anyway?” said Granny. “It’s a daft sort of a word.”
“Search me,” said Nanny. “I did start out in witchcraft to get boys, to tell you the truth.”
“Think I don’t know that?”
“What did you start out to get, Esme?”
Granny stopped, and looked up at the frosty sky and then down at the ground.
“Dunno,” she said, at last. “Even, I suppose.”
And that, Nanny thought, was that.

Terry Pratchett, The Sea and Little Fishes (via stromiliel)

You know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world?… It’s all the people who never find out what it is they really want to do or what it is they’re really good at. It’s all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths. It’s all the people who could be really fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, so they become bad plowmen instead. It’s all the people with talents who never even find out. Maybe they are never even born in a time when it’s even possible to find out. It’s all the people who never get to know what it is that they can really be. It’s all the wasted chances.

Terry Pratchett, “Moving Pictures” (via mrarois)

A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.

Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith (via discworldquotes)

Witches preferred to cut enemies dead with a look. There was no sense in killing your enemy. How would she know you’d won?

Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith (via abstractconcept1)

Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world’s great creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn’t mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.

Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters (via random-nexus)

Terry Pratchett & Rob Wilkins Talk About The Watch – Discworld TV Series

dduane:

bisonasaurus:

The Ankh-Morpork City Watch is going to have its own show! And everything that happens is going to be canon and tied in directly with the novels and its going to be handled directly under Terry Pratchett and his daughter and OH MY GAWD IT’S GOING TO BE AMAZING!!

Why doesn’t Tumblr have a crazy Discworld fandom!?

We’re here. We’re just quiet crazy.

atlinmerrick:

Bloody hell this is perfect.

dduane:

(With a tip of the hat to thestudentofcoffee, who reminded me of the passage)

fyterrypratchett:

no. 3 of yoodi’s Night Watch Teaser Poster series

clumsyoctopus:

flower language has always been an intense source of disappointment for me

like, they all mean really generic things like “love” or “forever” or “i’m sorry”

i thought you could combine flowers

like you could just send someone a bouquet and from the combination of hibiscus and posies and tulips they’d understand “the rebel leader is dead, rendezvous at the docks at 8, bring the dog, you will need lighter fluid and a large tomato”

Reblogging for maybegee’s tags because dear lord I want this fic, now…:

#I had a dream about this the other night #except #it was ankh-morpork #and it was carrot who’d got really into the whole flower thing #and he’d started leaving little notes up all around the watch house #it eventually devolved into him sending Vimes ‘Urgent Blossom Bulletins (UBB) whenever there was a situation #but Vimes is Vimes and he never understood the whole flower message thing #so he was always late to the scene #and it was just Carrot staring despondently at him “But I sent you flowers’ #’’Carrot. What the hell do flowers have to do with anything?” #And then Angua had to take him aside and explain the situation to him #it was a REALLY good dream #I don’t dream that good that often