“It crouches near the center of creation. There is no night where it waits. Only the riddle of which terrible dream will set it loose. It beheaded mercy to take possession of that place. It feasts on darkness from the… — 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
They change scapegoats at the networks more regularly than some people change socks. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share
Repent, Harlequin," said the Ticktock Man. "Get stuffed," the Harlequin replied. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share
“Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of AM, whom we created...” — Harlan Ellison Copy Share
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
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
“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
“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
I write a kind of surreal fantasy, but they can't put 'surreal fantasy' on a paperback. — Harlan Ellison Copy Share
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
“I intend to keep writing stories that piss people off, that tell the particular kind of truth I think is valid, that will make… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share
Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share
