At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing. Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time. — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
“But I recall the springtime of the world as though it were yesterday—those days when we rode together to battle, and those nights when we shook the stars loose from the fresh-painted skies!” — 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
