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 More Quotes by Roger Zelazny More Quotes From Roger Zelazny Beware the meek ... for we shall attempt to inherit the Earth. Roger Zelazny meeknessmeekearth Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill. Roger Zelazny climbingtimemen Any man would be forsworn to gain a kingdom. Roger Zelazny kingdomswould-bemen A powerful flight of the imagination . . . an entirely enjoyable reading experience, wrought by a pair of writers noted for excellence. Roger Zelazny powerfulreadingimagination Death is the only limit to the road you travel. Roger Zelazny limits 'Fire' does not matter, 'earth' and 'air' and 'water' do not matter. 'I' do not matter. No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words. The more words he remembers, the cleverer do his fellows esteem him. He looks upon the great transformations of the world, but he does not see them as they were seen when man looked upon reality for the first time. Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he tastes them, thinking he knows them in the naming. Roger Zelazny menrealitythinking I tried a very fancy attack I'd learned in France, which involved a beat, a feint in quarte, a feint in sixte, and a lunge veering off into an attack on his wrist. I nicked him, and the blood flowed. Roger Zelazny fancybloodart Good-bye and hello, as always. Roger Zelazny good-byehellobye A bizarrerie of fires, cunabulum of light, it moved with a deft, almost dainty deliberation, phasing into and out of existence like a storm-shot piece of evening; or perhaps the darkness between the flares was more akin to its truest nature swirl of black ashes assembled in prancing cadence to the lowing note of desert wind down the arroyo behind buildings as empty yet filled as the pages of unread books or stillnesses between the notes of a song. Roger Zelazny firesongbook Nick swore he'd die with this boots on, on some exotic safari, but he found his Kilimanjaro in a hospital on Earth, where they'd cured everything that was bothering him, except for the galloping pneumonia he'd picked up in the hospital. That had been, roughly, two hundred and fifty years ago. I'd been a pallbearer. Roger Zelazny pneumoniatwoyears Love is a negative form of hatred. Roger Zelazny hatredlove-isnegative Death is mighty, and is no one's friend. Roger Zelazny friendship I fail to see what difference it makes whether it be supernatural or not--so long as it is malefic, possesses great powers and life span and has the ability to change its shape at will. Roger Zelazny differencesshapeslong I worked out a book which I thought was just straight science fiction -- with everything pretty much explained, and suddenly I got an idea which I thought was kind of neat for working in a mythological angle. I'm really struggling with myself. It would probably be a better book if I include it, but on the other hand I don't always like to keep reverting to it. I think what I'm going to do is vary my output, do some straight science fiction and some straight fantasy that doesn't involve mythology, and composites. Roger Zelazny strugglebookthinking When your bow is broken and your last arrow spent, then shoot, shoot with your whole heart. Roger Zelazny Insofar as I may be heard by anything, which may or may not care what I say, I ask, if it matters, that you be forgiven for anything you may have done or failed to do which requires forgiveness. Conversely, if not forgiveness but something else may be required to insure any possible benefit for which you may be eligible after the destruction of your body, I ask that this, whatever it may be, be granted or withheld, as the case may be, in such a manner as to insure your receiving said benefit. I ask this in my capacity as your elected intermediary between yourself and that which may not be yourself, but which may have an interest in the matter of your receiving as much as it is possible for you to receive of this thing, and which may in some way be influenced by this ceremony. Amen. Roger Zelazny I stalk my prison like my own ghost... Roger Zelazny Some natural skepticism as to the purity of all human motives came and sat upon my chest... Roger Zelazny I got the idea for my novel 'Lord of Light' when I cut myself shaving just before I was to go on a panel at a convention. I had to go out there with this big gash in my face. I remember that I thought, 'I wish I could change bodies.' Roger Zelazny facemyselflightchange I am fascinated, I suppose, by a flawed man with a streak of greatness. Roger Zelazny streaki-ammangreatness
