Now that he was no longer grounded in his hate, we were going to talk about women.

I wonder that all things seem to be from hell these days: dates, jobs, parties, weather…Could the situation be that we no longer believe in that particular place? Or maybe we were all promised heaving in our lifetimes, and what we ended up with can’t hep but suffer in comparison.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn&#39;t come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

Smith opened the door and a small white chicken walked in, looked around curiously, and exploded. Where it had been was an onion, fully rigged with mast and sails.

Written By Terry Pratchett

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