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.
Roger ZelaznyI've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking โ by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.
Roger ZelaznyIt is anticipation and recollection that fill the heartโnever the sensation of the moment.
Roger ZelaznyThe 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