I smiled when I heard that Terry Pratchett had passed away. I don’t think that any writer has made me laugh out loud as much as he has. It was followed by sadness, as I truly had a sense that he understood what was going on in between my ears. I feel that I’ve lost someone that understood my ugly inner self, and was OK with it.
I was initially attracted by a wicked sense of humor, but what kept me coming was insight into a man that had enough awareness to accept his inner demons, if not actually make peace with them.
His book “Small Gods” is one of my top 10 books of all time. He tells a wonderful story of a hero that is defectively simple precisely because so much of his thoughts are consumed by remembering EVERYTHING. He only has enough brain power left over to recognize the truth. In this case, the truth happens to be that God (in the form of a turtle) has spoken to him and chosen him to be a prophet. For what it’s worth, neither him nor God are very happy about it.
I’ve recommended him to many of my friends and family. Maybe the best way to honor him is by sharing a mixture of the humor and insight that made me love his work.
“Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.”
“Pets are always a help in times of stress. And in times of starvation, too”
“The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.”
“Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.”
“The whole of life is just like watching a film. Only it’s as though you always get in ten minutes after the big picture as started, and no-one will tell you the plot, so you have to work it out all yourself from the clues.”
“Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things”
“Inside every sane person is a madman struggling to get out”