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.

Keep an eye to the future, and ear to the past, and after thinking it over notice nothing much lasts.

Language, never forget, is more fashion than science, and matters of usage, spelling and pronunciation tend to wander around like hemlines.

it can’t be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire.

Written By Terry Pratchett

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