Roger Zelazny

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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Writing
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Dream
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Heart
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After a while the business end of writing takes too much of the writing time. Better to pay someone ten percent and find that you're still more than ten percent ahead in the end. Which is true. My present agent says that he always feels that a good agent during the course of a year should earn back for his client at least the ten percent he takes by way of commission, so the client's really nothing out. And what he should ideally do is make him more money than the ten percent.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Writing
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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
Collection: Struggle
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The dead are too much with us.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Death
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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
Collection: Art
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Do you work for the government, any government?” "I pay taxes, which means I work for the government, part of the time. Yes.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Mean
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The most difficult thing about Time, I have learned, is doing it.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Time
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The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Battle
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Good evening, Lord Corwin,' said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it. Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?' A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful.' You enjoy this duty?' He nodded. I am writing a philosophical romance shot through with elements of horror and morbidity. I work on those parts down here.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Philosophical
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Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Time
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If I get enough letters saying you never explained this or that, I suppose I'll have to write another book.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Book
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Once a Buddha, always a Buddha.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Buddhism
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You who are dead ... tonight you will disport yourselves for my pleasure. Food and wine will pass between your dead lips, though you will not taste it. Your dead stomachs will hold it within you, while your dead feet take the measure of a dance. Your dead mouths will speak words that will have no meaning to you, and you will embrace one another without pleasure. You will sing for me if I wish it. You will lie down again when I will it.... Let the revelry begin.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Lying
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Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Brother
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Beware the meek ... for we shall attempt to inherit the Earth.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Earth
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Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Kindness
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Any man would be forsworn to gain a kingdom.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Men
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A powerful flight of the imagination . . . an entirely enjoyable reading experience, wrought by a pair of writers noted for excellence.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Powerful
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Brother
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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
Collection: Song
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His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never claimed to be a god, but then he never claimed not to be a god.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Followers
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The function of criticism should not be confused with the function of reform.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Confused
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No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Buddhist
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I'm a lost soul. We do wail.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Soul
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Sex
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Love is a negative form of hatred.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Love Is
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I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Mythology
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Good-bye and hello, as always.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Bye
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Sea
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Wall
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I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Stars
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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
Collection: Stars
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When inspiration is silent reason tires quickly.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Inspiration
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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
Collection: Spring
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If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Art
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Writing
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Nobody steals books but your friends.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Book
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Writing
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Hurt
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Be warned, therefore, that one does not go to hell to light a cigarette.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Light
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Teaching
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Mean
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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.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Men
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An army, great in space, may offer opposition in a brief span of time. One man, brief in space, must spread his opposition across a period of many years if he is to have a chance of succeeding.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Army
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Even the most heartening of philosophical vistas is no match for, say, a toothache, if it happens to be your own.
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Philosophical
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Did you ever look back at some moment in your past and have it suddenly grow so vivid that all the intervening years seemed brief, dreamlike, impersonal—the motions of a May afternoon surrendered to routine?
- Roger Zelazny
Collection: Past