When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

Who could not return from a visit to Jack Vance's world, without feeling that he had been somewhere unique, that he had experienced things unavailable in our mundane world?

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

Never pass by a chance to shut up.

Men of great spirit are at high risk at a time when small souls rule the world.

One defining symptom of decadence is a fondness for vast and nonsensical extravagance.

The denizens of Citizens Service Houses are not, as a rule, gifted with a lot of common sense, but they often make up for that by being extremely argumentative and vindictive.