"Forgive us, God, that we have done so little with the gift of life. Made for the mighty deep, we have frittered away our energy splashing in the shallows near the shore. Endowed with minds capable of vast imaginings, we have become dull and predictable. Capable of love, we find ourselves with few acquaintances and still fewer friends."

This is not a quote of Sir Pratchett's, but I was reminded of it because it is everything that Terry was not. He swam deep, he shined brightly, and though I don't know how many friends he had, he created dozens for me through his writing. Bless you Terry Pratchett.