I had and continue to have a lot of laughs with Pratchett. One of my favourite ones which I only a couple of years ago re-listened on Audiobook while walking about town and was giggling outloud uncontrollably was this quote:
> ...if you haven’t smelled Ankh-Morpork on a hot day you haven’t smelled anything.
> The citizens are proud of it. They carry chairs outside to enjoy it on a really good day. They puff out their cheeks and slap their chests and comment cheerfully on its little distinctive nuances. They have even put up a statue to it, to commemorate the time when the troops of a rival state tried to invade by stealth one dark night and managed to get to the top of the walls before, to their horror, their nose plugs gave out.
The idea of carrying chairs outside to appreciate it is so hilarious. It speaks a wealth to me about working class pride in whatever circumstance and condition your town and life is in. That “This may be so, but it's mine” attitude.
Terry's plots were fun but his best most memorable things were his insights into every day life; his grandoise fantasy elements were always the backdrop to the characterization and human elements, always witty.
> Rincewind had in any case seen his past life flash in front of his eyes so many times that he could sleep through the boring bits…