"Every year he forgot. Well, no. He never forgot. He just put the memories away, like old silverware that you didn’t want to tarnish. And every year they came back, sharp and sparkling, and stabbed him in the heart."
GNU Sir Terry, I wouldn't be the man I am today without your influence; from you I learned that evil begins when you treat people like things; that sure it's important that you speak from them as have no voice but that there's also room in there for grasp for them as can't bend, reach for them as can't stretch, wipe for them as can't twist; that saying somone should do something isn't much good unless you follow it up with and that somone will be me; that there aren't really good guys and bad guys, that the enemy wasn't men, or women, or the old, or even the dead. It was just bleedin' stupid people, who came in all varieties. And no one had the right to be stupid; that all things strive, and that every moment of every day we can choose to be the place where the falling angle meets the rising ape
