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We are

A Hat Full of The Sky, Terry Pratchett

Once we were blobs in the sea, and then fishes, and then lizards and rats, and then monkeys, and hundreds of things in between. This hand was once a fin, this hand once had claws! In my human mouth I have the pointy teeth of a wolf and the chisel teeth of a rabbit and the grinding teeth of a cow! Our blood is as salty as the sea we used to live in! When we're frightened, the hair on our skin stands up, just like it did when we had fur. We ARE history! Everything we've ever been on the way to becoming us, we still are. Would you like the rest of the story?

I'm made up of the memories of my parents and my grandparents, all my ancestors. They're in the way I look, in the color of my hair. And I'm made up of everyone I've ever met who's changed the way I think.

The Beast

Night Watch, Terry Pratchett

Vimes felt his hand begin to move of its own accord--
And stopped. Red rage froze.
There was The Beast, all around him. And that's all it was. A beast. Useful, but still a beast. You could hold it on a chain, and make it dance, and juggle balls. It didn't think. It was dumb. What you were, what you were, was not The Beast.

Grace

(w sieci), Terry Pratchett

And just when you’d think [humans] were more malignant than ever Hell could be, they occasionally showed more grace than Heaven ever dreamed of.

You don't know?

Small Gods, Terry Pratchett

'You know,' he said, turning to Simony. 'Now I know Vorbis is evil. He burned my city. Well, the Tsorteans do it sometimes, and we burn theirs. It's just war. It's all part of history. And he lies and cheats and claws power for himself, and lots of people do that, too. But do you know what's special? Do you know what it is?'
'Of course,' said Simony. 'It's what he's doing to-'
'It's what he's done to you.'
'What?'
'He turns other people into copies of himself.'
Simony's grip was like a vice. 'You're saying I'm like him?'
'Once you said you'd cut him down,' said Urn. 'Now you're thinking like him...'
'So we rush, then?' said Simony. 'I'm sure of - maybe four hundred on our side. So I give the signal and a few hundred of us attack thousands of them? And he dies anyway and we die too? What difference does that make?'
Urn's face was gray with horror now.
'You mean you don't know?' he said.
Some of the crowd looked round curiously at him.
'You don't know?' he said.

Cohen The Barbarian

Interesting Times, Terry Pratchett

He walked a few steps and then turned, an evil glint in his eye. 'Barbarism? Hah! When we kills people we do it there and then, lookin' 'em in the eye, and we'd be happy to buy 'em a drink in the next world, no harm done. I never knew a barbarian who cut up people slowly in little rooms, or tortured women to make 'em look pretty, or put poison in people's grub. Civilization? If that's civilization, you can shove it where the sun don't shine!'