Goodbye, Terry...

Vou sentir a falta da genialidade, do sentido de humor, da total falta de se levar a sério, de Terry Pratchett.

Terry Pratchett (28 April 1948 – 12 March 2015)

"The thing between Death’s triumphant digits was a fly from the dawn of time. It was the fly in the primordial soup. It had bred on mammoth turds. It wasn’t a fly that bangs on window panes, it was a fly that drills through walls."