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Like eagles

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

Om rubed his head. This wasn't god-like thinking. It seemed simpler when you were up here. It was all a game. You forgot that it wasn't a game down there. People died. Bits got chopped off. We're like eagles up here, he thought. Sometimes we show tortoise how to fly. Then we let go.

Gravity

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

Gravity is a habit that is hard to shake off.

Gods need someone to pray too

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

Gods have no one to pray to.
Om really wished that this was not the case.
But everyone need someone.

You have to fight for one

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

'Is one less than fifty-one?' said P'Tang-P'Tang.
'It's the same,' said Om, firmly. He eyed the back of the Tsortean God's head.
'But you have thousands,' said the Newt God. 'You fight for thousands.'
Om rubbed his forehead. I spent too long down there, he thought. I can't stop thinking at ground level.
'I think,' he said, 'I think, if you want thousands, you have to fight for one.' He tapped the Solar God on the shoulder. 'Hey, sunshine?'
When the God looked around, Om broke the cornucopia over his head.

Full attention

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

When you have their full attention in your grip, their hearts and minds will follow.