Quotes from Roger Zelazny

When there is no real hope we must mint our own. If the coin be counterfeit it still may be passed.

What man who has lived for more than a score of years desires justice, warrior? For my part, I find mercy infinitely more attractive. Give me a forgiving deity any day.

Power is like money... You can usually get it if you're competent and it's the only thing you want in life.

Can life be counted upon to limit itself? No. It is the mindless striving of two to become infinity. Can death be counted upon to limit itself? Never. It is the equally mindless effort of zero to encompass infinity.

Amber casts an infinity of shadows, and my Avalon had cast many of its own, because of my presence there. I might be known on many earths that I had never trod, for shadows of myself had walked them, mimicking imperfectly my deeds and my thoughts.

I'm very gullible when it comes to my own words. I believe everything I say, though I know I'm a liar.

Wishes, wishes, I told him, Wish in one hand and do something else in the other, and squeeze them both and see which comes true.

We talked the moon out of heavens before either of us grew tired.

Before you are fully aware of anything else, you are aware whether you are awakening in your own bed.

So I simply said one of the great trite truths: There is generally more than one side to a story.

And again, damn. Of troubles I considered myself amply possessed. But those who have do seem to get. Some spiritual form of compound interest, I suppose.

He called the place Amber, and said that it was run by a half-mad family, with the city itself peopled by their bastards and folks whose ancestors they brought in from other places ages ago.

Angel of the Forsaken Hope Wielder of the Sword of Wind and Obsidian Slice the Algorithms from our Foe. Mermaid Beneath the Seven Dancing Moons, Cantress of the Siren Song, Drown our Enemies in the Data-stream. Nymph of the Logic Tree, Child of the First Word, Give our Antagonist to Grief.

While it shows the gods as no better than the rest of us, she said, at least, it shows them as no worse. See here the sources of human morality.

Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot du Lac to the Keep of Ganelon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.

Never trust a cat, anyway. All they're good for is stringing tennis racquets.

When you are going to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.

Life is a thing--if you'll excuse a quick dab of philosophy before you know what kind of picture I'm painting--that reminds me quite a bit of the beaches around Tokyo Bay

The day was not yet over and it was already my most memorable Walpurgisnacht ever.

We crossed a small but sturdy wooden bridge a little later, but no trolls were taking tolls.

Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon? None, I say, and all. The silver towers are fallen.

I saw the Old Moon with the New Moon in her arms, hovering above a row of poplars. The

Of all my relations, I like sex the best and Eric the least.

As for the rest of him, his function is rather like that of an anti-computer: you feed him all kinds of carefully garnered facts, figures, and statistics and he translates them into garbage.