Lubię góry. Ciężar plecaka i równy rytm kroków. Krople deszczu na skórze i drzewa. Podróże, sushi i moją kuchnię. Kocham koty. Dobrą książkę, półsłodkie wino. Leniwe popołudnia. Moją pracę.

Chciałabym być jak Esme Weatherwax, bliżej mi jednak do Agness Nitt - ona miała swoją Perditę, a ja mam moją Usagi...
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Who you really are

Sourcery, Terry Pratchett

... It's vital to remember who you really are. It's very important. It isn't a good idea to rely on other people or things to do it for you, you see. They always get it wrong.
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Full attention

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

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

Kategorie: Om, wiara,

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Don't put your faith...

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

Don't put your faith in gods. But you can believe in turtles.

Kategorie: Om, wiara,

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One day...

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

One day a tortoise will learn how to fly.

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But I'm me

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

The light was brilliant, crystalline, in a black sky filled with stars.
'Ah. There really is a desert. Does everyone get this?' said Brutha.
WHO KNOWS?
'And what is at the end of the desert?'
JUDGEMENT.
Brutha considered this.
'Which end?'
Death grinned and stepped aside.
What Brutha had thought was a rock in the sand was a hunched figure, sitting clutching its knees. It looked paralysed with fear.
He stared.
'Vorbis?' he said.
He looked at Death.
'But Vorbis died a hundred years ago!'
YES. HE HAD TO WALK IT ALL ALONE. ALL ALONE WITH HIMSELF. IF HE DARED.
'He's been here for a hundred years?'
POSSIBLY NOT. TIME IS DIFFERENT HERE. IT IS... MORE PERSONAL.
'Ah. You mean a hundred years can pass like a few seconds?'
A HUNDRED YEARS CAN PASS LIKE INFINITY.
The black-on-black eyes stared imploringly at Brutha, who reached out automatically, without thinking... and then hesitated.
HE WAS A MURDERER, said Death. AND A CREATOR OF MURDERERS. A TORTURER. WITHOUT PASSION. CRUEL. CALLOUS. COMPASSIONLESS.
'Yes. I know. He's Vorbis,' said Brutha. Vorbis changed people. Sometimes he changed them into dead people. But he always changed them. That was his triumph.
He sighed.
'But I'm me,' he said.
Vorbis stood up, uncertainly, and followed Brutha across the desert.
Death watched them walk away.

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