‘Sooner or later every curse is a prayer.’ (W)
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Like many professionally religious people - and they were pretty professional, being gods - they tended towards unease in the presence of the unashamedly spiritual. (LH)
'... you know that religion that thinks that whirling around in circles is a form of prayer?'
'Oh, yes. The Hurtling Whirlers of Klatch.' 'Mine is like that, only we go more in ... straight lines. Yes. That's it. Speed is a sacrament.' 'You believe it gives you some sort of eternal life?' 'Not eternal, as such. More ... well, just more really. More life.' (LH) '... but that's what true faith would mean, y'see? Sacrificin' your own life, one day at a time, to the flame, declarin' the truth of it, workin' for it, breathin' the soul of it. That's religion. Anything else is just ... is just bein' nice. And a way of keepin' in touch with the neighbours.' (CJ)
Everything was a test. Everything was a competition. Life put them in front of you every day. You watched yourself all the time. You had to make choices. You never got told which ones were right. Oh, some of the priests said you got given marks afterwards but what was the point of that? (CJ)
'... as witches we believe in religious tolerance...'
'That's right,' said Nanny Ogg. 'But only for the right religions ....' (CJ) '... it's one thing saying you've got the best god, but sayin' it's the only real one is a bit of cheek, in my opinion.' (CJ)
'That's an important theological point,' he muttered. 'But I'm too hungry to think about it, so let's eat first, and then if it turns out to be wrong to eat it, I promise to be very sorry.' (Wings)
... there is something hugely unlovable about sheep, a kind of mad, eye-rolling brainlessness smelling of damp wool and panic. Many religions extol the virtues of the meek, but Rincewind had never trusted them. The meek could turn very nasty at times. (LC)
'... if you stopped tellin' people it's all sorted out after they're dead, they might try sorting it all out while they're alive.' (GO)
'... I don't see what's so triffic about creating people as people and then gettin' upset 'cos they act like people...' (GO)
'A wizard's only a priest without a god and a damp handshake ...' (LL)
There’s a streak of madness in everyone who spends quality time with gods … (SG)
… he was talking in philosophy, but they were listening in gibberish. (SG)
And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it’s not murder if you do it for a god). (SG)
This was the definition of eternity; it was the space of time devised by the Great God Om to ensure that everyone got the punishment that was due to them. (SG)
Many feel they are called to the priesthood, but what they really hear is an inner voice saying, ‘It’s indoor work with no heavy lifting …’ (SG)
… Agnes was used to confused and disappointed old men, there were plenty of them in the hierarchy of the Church. (LM)
Om was handily silent, thereby enabling his priests to interpret his wishes how they chose. Amazingly, Om’s wishes rarely translated into instructions like “Feed the poor” or “Help the elderly” but more along the lines of “You need a splendid residence” to “Why not have seven courses for dinner?” (SC)
‘You’ve got to face it, all this stuff about golden boughs and the cycles of nature and stuff just boils down to sex and violence, usually at the same time.’ (LF)
Only a mile away from the shepherd and his flock was a goatherd and his herd. The merest accident of microgeography had meant that the first man to hear the voice of Om, and who gave Om his view of humans, was a shepherd and not a goatherd. They have quite different ways of looking at the world, and the whole of history might have been different.
For sheep are stupid, and have to be driven. But goats are intelligent, and need to be led. (SG) 'All men are rudimentary creatures who respond to symbols a lot more basic than a habit and a crucifix.' (LW)
… the nuns were all possessed of laser eyesight and over-the-horizon hearing … (LE)
‘…. Whatever the truth of the universe was, it certainly wasn’t something that could have been discerned by a quarrelsome bunch of antique ecclesiasticals.’ (LE)
… nuns somehow knew what you were up to wherever you were …. (LE)
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