There are stars, stars, scattered stars, blackness all between. They ripple and fold and bend, and they rush toward him, rush by him. Their colors are blazing and pure as angels' eyes. — 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 Image
There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities. — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“Far below, the ocean was a bluegray rug being pulled out from beneath us.” — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
A powerful flight of the imagination . . . an entirely enjoyable reading experience, wrought by a pair of writers noted for excellence. — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
The function of criticism should not be confused with the function of reform. — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
