“The city lay cool and dim beneath a vaulting sky of high-scudding gray clouds. A gray shroud that covered the corpses of buildings, stiff in brick-and-steel rigor mortis, pale in their eternity of sooty death.” — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
Posing the question: does the god of love use underarm deodorant, vaginal spray and fluoride toothpaste? — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
They change scapegoats at the networks more regularly than some people change socks. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
Repent, Harlequin," said the Ticktock Man. "Get stuffed," the Harlequin replied. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
“Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created...” — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
There in the midst of the Amazon Jungle, Simon Haskell has cobbled up for himself a replica of an Art Deco salon. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
For the first time we have a weapon that nobody has used for thirty years. This gives me great hope for the human race. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
“There are forces in the world today, Mr. Winsocki, that are invisibly working to make us all carbon copies of one another. Forces that… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
“Men rarely (if ever) manage to dream up a god superior to themselves. Most gods have the manners and morals of a spoiled child.”… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
I write a kind of surreal fantasy, but they can't put 'surreal fantasy' on a paperback. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
Don't start an argument with somebody who has a microphone when you don't. They'll make you look like chopped liver. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
