It was, as he was wonderfully well placed to know, merely putting off the inevitable. But wasn't that what… — Terry Pratchett

In the Ramtop village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence. (pp. 316-317)

There was never anything to be gained from observing what humans said to one another—language was just there to hide their thoughts. (p. 319)

He lay back and smiled. It was never too late to have a good life. (p. 311)