I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.— Roger Zelazny
The most fantastic Roger Zelazny quotes that will inspire your inner self
Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.
It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.
If a building is falling on you, you don't concern yourself with the horn of an approaching car. You deal with the most immediate peril first. That's survival.
To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, "I wish I had known this some time ago.
There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.
When inspiration is silent reason tires quickly.
One of my standard - and fairly true - responses to the question as to how story ideas come to me is that story ideas only come to me for short stories. With longer fiction, it is a character (or characters) coming to visit, and I am then obliged to collaborate with him/her/it/them in creating the story.
The power to hurt ... has evolved in a direct relationship to technological advancement.
Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.
Dwelling beside a body of water is tonic for the weary psyche.
Sea smells, sea birds, seawrack, sands - alternately cool, warm, moist and dry - a taste of brine and the presence of the rocking, slopping bluegraygreen spit-flecked waters, has the effect of rinsing the emotions, bathing the outlook, bleaching the conscience.
The enemy of the moment is not as important as our own inner weakness.
If this is not mended we are already defeated, though no foreign conqueror stands within our walls.
My mind spun for a second before it drifted, and in that second I knew that of all pleasures a drink of cold water when you are thirsty, liquor when you are not, sex, a cigarette after many days without one there is none of them can compare with sleep. Sleep is best.
I'm a lost soul. We do wail.
I see myself as a novelist, period. I mean, the material I work with is what is classified as science fiction and fantasy, and I really don't think about these things when I'm writing. I'm just thinking about telling a story and developing my characters.
It is no shame to lose to me, mortal.
Even among mythical creatures there are very few who can give a unicorn a good game.
No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.
While I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.
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.
There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.
I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own.
It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something--or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip.
There are none of you, good doctors, could cope with my family anyway.
Two days like icebergs bleak, blank, half-melting, all frigid, mainly out of sight, and definitely a threat to peace of mind drifted by and were good to put behind.
I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.
The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.
Why could you not have left me as I was, in the sea of being?" "Because the world has need of your humility, your piety, your great teaching and your Machiavellian scheming.
At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing.
Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time.
Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver." "Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.
I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.
Sleep is perhaps the only among life's great pleasures which need not be of short duration.
Then you must reconcile yourself to the fact that something is always hurt by any change. If you do this, you will not be hurt yourself.
I never plan ahead, with the exception of the Amber books which had to proceed in sequence. But I don't really like to know what I'm going to be working on a year in advance. So I just sign blank contracts for books and whatever strikes me as a good idea is what I write about.
Even the most heartening of philosophical vistas is no match for, say, a toothache, if it happens to be your own.
If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.
I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking — by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.
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 the unknown, but never to the unknowable. The man who bows in that final direction is either a saint or a fool. I have no use for either.
To waste! You are unknown and unwanted, save by me.
This, because you are fairly adept at the various embalming arts and you occasionally compose a clever epitaph.
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.
The most difficult thing about Time, I have learned, is doing it.
The function of criticism should not be confused with the function of reform.
I guess you have to be a little arrogant to be a writer.
I decided early on that just because a lot of other writers were bothered by getting bad reviews didn't really mean that the things were particularly important. By the same token, the good ones didn't mean all that much either. So I just forget about reviews and I wrote what I wanted.
In the mirrors of the many judgments, my hands are the color of blood.
I sometimes fancy myself an evil which exists to oppose other evils; and on that great Day of which the prophets speak but in which they do not truly believe, on the day the world is utterly cleansed of evil, then I too will go down into darkness, swallowing curses. Until then, I will not wash my hands nor let them hang useless.
Tonight I will suck the marrow from your bones!” it said.
“I will dry them and work them most cunningly into instruments of music! Whenever I play upon them, your spirit will writhe in bodiless agony!” “You burn prettily,” I said.
I walked among Shadows, and found a race of furry creatures, dark and clawed and fanged, reasonably manlike, and about as intelligent as a freshman in the high school of your choice-sorry, kids, but what I mean is they were loyal, devoted, honest, and too easily screwed by bastards like me and my brother. I felt like the dee-jay of your choice.
Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.
The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.
If I get enough letters saying you never explained this or that, I suppose I'll have to write another book.