She was married, true; but if one's husband was always sailing round Cape Horn, was it marriage? If one liked him, was it marriage? If one liked other people, was it marriage? And finally, if one still wished, more than anything in the whole world, to write poetry, was it marriage? She had her doubts.

Words from Mouth, Arrows from Bow, Soul from Body doesn't comes back after they Go... So Think twice before Using it.

I’m riding beside my best friend, and I tell him, in the same offhand tone my mother had used, That’s my grandfather’s funeral, and he looks at me as if I’m insane.

They come quietly—like a silent but deadly fart—and they get you before you can pinch your nose.

Written By Terry Pratchett

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