Terry Pratchett Quotes

He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour shouting 'All the Gods are bastards.'

I learned that if you're going to be a troublemaker, you don't want a ton of witnesses, because there's inevitable fallout from living like you're in 'Lord of the Flies.'

I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.

I am not much about rules, I like to break 'em and don't like to make 'em.

Undermine their pompous authority, reject their moral standards, make anarchy and disorder your trademarks. Cause as much chaos and disruption as possible but don't let them take you ALIVE.

I like rules that are broken.

I always had a pretty good knack for raising hell.

The lawless in spirit soon become the lawless in practice.

Revolution For the Hell of It

I'm just a troublemaker.

In the end, I was the only one with any anarchy left in me.

The NWO, yeah, we're a bunch of outlaws, thugs, whatever you want to call us, but... we do what we want, when we want. And we're having fun doing it.

I like storms. I like thunder and lightning. What I do during a storm is shag my girlfriend and pretend that we're taking part in the conception of the Antichrist.

It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.

Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.

The rules!" shouted Ralph, "you're breaking the rules!" "Who cares?

I was fearless...and lawless.

Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

Chaos is impatient. It's random. And above all it's selfish. It tears down everything just for the sake of change, feeding on itself in constant hunger. But Chaos can also be appealing. It tempts you to believe that nothing matters except what you want.

In times of widespread chaos and confusion, it has been the duty of more advanced human beings--artists, scientists, clowns and philosophers--to create order. In times such as ours, however, when there is too much order, too much management, too much programming and control, it becomes the duty of superior men and women to fling their favorite monkey wrenches into the machinery. To relive the repression of the human spirit, they must sow doubt and disruption.

Without religion this world would be something not fit to be mentioned in polite company, I mean Hell.

And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.

Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.