Pratchett, Terry: Sourcery
– THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death.
– What does it contain, then?
– ME.
– Besides you I mean!
Death gave him a puzzled look.
– I’M SORRY?
The storm reached its howling peak overhead. A seagull went past backwards
– I meant, said Ipslore, bitterly, what is there in this world that makes living worth while?
Death thought about it.
– CATS, he said eventually, CATS ARE NICE.
