It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heartโnever the sensation of the moment.
Roger ZelaznyI would never rest until I held vengeance and the throne within my hand, and good night sweet prince to anybody who stood between me and these things.
Roger ZelaznyTo paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, "I wish I had known this some time ago.
Roger ZelaznyI 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 ZelaznyI have decided, it is fruitless. For I am no longer sure of anything concerning my existance. A philosopher is a dead poet and a dying theologian.
Roger ZelaznyGood 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