Quotes from zelazny roger
My favorite form is the short story. From an aesthetics stand point you really have to pare down to the bone. You can't write a throw-away scene.
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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.
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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.
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Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody mentions it, today. If it happened yesterday, though, you can nod or chuckle, as the case may be. You've crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time.
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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.
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The dead are too much with us.
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The absence of a monument can, in its own way, be something of a monument also.
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The stars blazed like the love of God, cold and distant.
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Between the black of yesterday and the white of tomorrow is the great gray of today.
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Go and copulate with yon purple lizard.
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You are a fool to speak of last great battles ... for the last great battle is always the next one.
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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.
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Time passed slowly, like an old man climbing a hill.
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All of these things considered, it is not surprising that one can detect echoes, correspondences and even an eternal return or two within the work of a single author. The passage of time does bring changes, yea and alas; but still, I would recognize myself anywhere.
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