Terry Pratchett Quotes

All blessings are mixed blessings.

In Chekhov, everything blends into its opposite, just fractionally, and this is sort of unsettling. And that's why you end up 100 years later asking, 'Is that moment tragic or comic?'

Sometimes I wonder if the world is too interesting and too boring at the same time.

It's lovely. I hate it.

Contempt mates well with pity.

It's sad when you think about it, but also kind of beautiful.

People always tell me either A. you love him. B. you hate him. My usual answer? C. All of the above.

Life is that perfect fine line between ironies.

I find that very appealing: the blurring of the lines between what's funny and what's tragic. And what's ordinary and what's not - the big things in the small things.

Life is a mixing of all kind of things: comedy and tragedy going together.

All of these mechanisms we have for celebrating are so double-edged. So much sorrow comes out of joy.

The reverse side also has a reverse side.

The best ideas make you want to say 'yes' and 'no' in the same breath.

I think people have a hard time dealing with a bunch of things at once. They can't have something be disturbing and funny at the same time. They can't have that kind of combination. Which is weird to me because I feel complicated about most things.

It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots." - Katniss.

Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is the way you can both hate and love something you are not sure you understand.

I don't like you, but I love you.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Whatever you can rightly say about India, the opposite is also true.

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

I love America and I hate it. I'm torn between the two. I have two conflicting visions of America. One is a kind of dream landscape and the other is a kind of black comedy.

He loved the people just as much as he feared and detested persons.

I'm positive about the negative, but a little negative about the positive.

My children cause me the most exquisite suffering of which I have any experience. It is the suffering of ambivalence: the murderous alternation between bitter resentment and raw-edged nerves, and blissful gratification and tenderness. Sometimes I seem to myself, in my feelings toward these tiny guiltless beings, a monster of selfishness and intolerance.

Which path do you intend to take, Nell?' said the Constable, sounding very interested. 'Conformity or rebellion?' Neither one. Both ways are simple-minded - they are only for people who cannot cope with contradiction and ambiguity.