“Then the one called Raltariki is really a demon?" asked Tak. "Yes—and no," said Yama, "If by 'demon' you mean a malefic, supernatural creature, possessed of great powers, life span and the ability to temporarily assume virtually any shape—then the… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
The four points of the compass be logic, knowledge, wisdom and the unknown. Some do bow in that final direction. Others advance upon it. To bow before the one is to lose sight of the three. I may submit to… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
“I was willing to die fighting, but it was senseless for all these men to go down with me. Perhaps my blood was tainted,… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities. — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
“Time, too, is a function of Shadow, and even Dworkin did not know all of its ins and outs. Or perhaps he did. Maybe… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking — by… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
“And again, damn. Of troubles I considered myself amply possessed. But those who have do seem to get. Some spiritual form of compound interest,… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
“Far below, the ocean was a bluegray rug being pulled out from beneath us.” — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
A powerful flight of the imagination . . . an entirely enjoyable reading experience, wrought by a pair of writers noted for excellence. — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
The function of criticism should not be confused with the function of reform. — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
I always wanted to write, ever since I was a kid. I started writing at the age of 11. All I wanted to do… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
While I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
“That was the first time in my life that I knew the meaning of despair. I read, I worked, I drank, I whored, but… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
“I watched until the sizzlecloud drew its legs up into itself, hung like a burning cocoon, then died like an ember retreating into ash.… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
To waste! You are unknown and unwanted, save by me. This, because you are fairly adept at the various embalming arts and you occasionally… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share
