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No airplane could make it. Not since the war. None could venture above a couple hundred feet, the place where the winds began. The winds: the mighty winds that circled the globe, tearing off the tops of mountains and sequoia trees, wrecked buildings, gathered up birds, bats, insects, and anything else that moved, up into the dead belt; the winds that swirled about the world, lacing the skies with dark lines of debris, occasionally meeting, ..
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and while I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.
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humor
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Soul," said Jack, turning toward it again, "you've been listening. Do you have any suggestions?" "I have only one desire." "What is that?" "To be united with you. To go through life with you, comforting and cautioning, and--" "Wait a moment," said Jack, raising his hand. "What does it require for you to be united with me?" "Your consent." Jack smiled. He lit a cigarette, his hands trembling slightly. "What if I were to withhold my consent?"..
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Roger Zelazny |
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That was the first time in my life that I knew the meaning of despair. I read, I worked, I drank, I whored, but came the morning after and I was always me, by myself.
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Roger Zelazny |
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Kroon ei muuda selle kandjat automaatselt pistodakindlaks." [Merlin] "Aga parija tuleb voimule suure hulga paha pagasiga." [Suhuy]"
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Roger Zelazny |
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Wish in one hand and do something else in the other, and squeeze them both and see which comes true.
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Roger Zelazny |
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Unlike the other darkside Lords, whose places of power were fixed geographical localities where they reigned supreme, Jack's was more a tenuous one, and liable to speedy cancellation, but it existed wherever light and objects met to make a lesser darkness. With
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Roger Zelazny |
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A prisoner of he who has already slain you once, he thought. No doubt near to his place of power, in a cage built just for me. Bad. Bad. There
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Roger Zelazny |
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Raping a planet involves considerable expense. Enormous blasters and slicers and sluicers and refiners are required to reduce a world back almost to a state of primal chaos, and then to extract from it its essential (i.e., commercially viable) ingredients. The history books may tell you of strip-mining on the mother planet, back in ancient times. Well, the crude processes employed then were similar in emphasis and results, but the operation..
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Roger Zelazny |
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Far below, the ocean was a bluegray rug being pulled out from beneath us.
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Roger Zelazny |
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I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking--by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.
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Roger Zelazny |
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things sort of equal to equal things sort of being equal to each other, it didn't much seem to matter.
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Roger Zelazny |
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I'm all right now," I said, "but leave me alone. I'm going down to the river to bathe." I took seven steps, and then someone must have pulled out the plug, because I gurgled, everything swirled, and the world ran away down the drain."
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Roger Zelazny |
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I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking--by
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Roger Zelazny |
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It's mainly the little things- all added up- that give us the final picture, that make the difference.
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Roger Zelazny |
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I hunted rats and ate out of dustbins and saw my kittens killed and was hung by my tail and abused by wicked urchins," Graymalk said suddenly, "before the mistress found me. She was an orphan who'd lived on the streets. Her life had been even worse."
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Roger Zelazny |
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Does anybody really care about a hungry cat, except for a few friends?
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Roger Zelazny |
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So feathers or lead?" I asked him. "Pardon?" "It is the riddle of the kallikanzaros. Pick one." "Feathers?" "You're wrong." "If I had said lead' . . .?" "Uh-uh. You only have one chance. The correct answer is whatever the kallikanzaros wants it to be. You lose." "That sounds a bit arbitrary." "Kallikanzaroi are that way. It's Greek, rather than Oriental subtlety. Less inscrutable, too. Because your life often depends on the answer, and the ..
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Roger Zelazny |
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In a world of physical ease, brutal social equality, and reasonable economic equality, exclusiveness in frivolity becomes the most sought-after of all distinctions.
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equality
frivolity
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Man is the sum total of everything he has done, wishes to do or not to do, and wishes he had done, or hadn't.
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Roger Zelazny |
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Mina olin tellinud lihtsalt hobuse. Et ma saaksin kaaslastega sammu pidada, selleks oleks kolvanud iga vana heinahavitaja.
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Roger Zelazny |
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He continued to move forward, skirting a pocket of radiation that had not died in the four years since last he had come this way. They came upon a place where the sands were fused into a glassy sea, and he slowed as he began its passage, peering ahead after the craters and chasms it contained. Three more rockfalls assailed him before the heavens split themselves open and revealed a bright-blue light, edged with violet. The dark curtains rol..
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car
machine-gun
monster
post-apocalypse
storm
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To speak is to name names, but to speak is not important. A thing happens once that has never happened before. Seeing it, a man looks upon reality. He cannot tell others what he has seen. Others wish to know, however, so they question him saying, 'What is it like, this thing you have seen?' So he tries to tell them.
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Roger Zelazny |
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Their voices lack the thrust and dip of men chewing over their words and tasting them. They
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Roger Zelazny |
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When there is no real hope we must mint our own. If the coin be counterfeit it still may be passed.
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Roger Zelazny |
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Power is like money... You can usually get it if you're competent and it's the only thing you want in life.
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Roger Zelazny |
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Only a fool believes that life has but one meaning.
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Roger Zelazny |
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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.
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anubis
infinity
life-and-death
zero-equals-two
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Yes,' it announced then. 'You are the one.' 'The one what?' I said. 'The one I will accompany. You've no objection to a bird of ill omen following you, have you, Corwin?' It chuckled then, and executed a little dance.
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Roger Zelazny |
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A wave of grayness covered over the monastery. The breeze grew stronger, and the dance of the waters began upon the walls. Like a beaded curtain, the rain covered that open end of the porch at which they stared.
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Roger Zelazny |
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Once a Buddha, always a Buddha, Sam. Dust off some of your old parables. You have about fifteen minutes." Sam held out his hand. "Give me some tobacco and a paper." He accepted the package, rolled himself a cigarette. "Light? ...Thanks."
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Roger Zelazny |
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It is said that the dead forget the dead in the house of Hades, Cassandra, but I hoped it was not so.
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hades
love
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Ne znaiu, khotel li ia voobshche kogdanibud' slavy kak takovoi. Eto vsio ravno chto khotet' byt' inzhenerom bol'she, chem khotet' chto-to skonstruirovat', idi khotet' byt' pisatelem bol'she, chem khotet' pisat'. Slava - poobochnyi effekt, a ne veshch' v sebe. V prottivnom sluchae eto prosto samovozvelichivanie.
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Roger Zelazny |
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Ot vazhnykh del libo ochen' skoro v tosku vpdaesh', libo natalkivaesh'sia na uimu trudnostei - vsio zavisit ot togo, kakuiu doliu otvetstvennosti na sebia vzvalish'.
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Roger Zelazny |
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If they come upon one who still has not seen it and they speak to him of fire, he does not know what they mean. So they, in turn, fall back upon telling him what fire is like. As they do so, they know from their own experience that what they are telling him is not the truth, but only a part of it. They know that this man will never know reality from their words, though all the words in the world are theirs to use.
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Roger Zelazny |
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And the secret is," I lowered my voice, as at a poetry reading, "he was right! It is vanity, it is pride! It is the hubris of rationalism to always attack the prophet, the mystic, the god. It is our blasphemy which has made us great, and will sustain us, and which the gods secretly admire in us."
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Roger Zelazny |
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I loved him like a brother - which is to say, not at all.
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Roger Zelazny |
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But it is written that it is better to burn one city than to curse the darkness.
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Roger Zelazny |
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Being a god is the quality of being able to be yourself to such an extent that your passions correspond with the forces of the universe, so that
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Roger Zelazny |
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It is the difference between the unknown and the unknowable, between science and fantasy - it is a matter of essence. The 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 n..
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Roger Zelazny |
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My mind spun for a second before it drifted, and in that second I knew that of all pleasures--a drink of cold water when you are thirsty, liquor when you are not, sex, a cigarette after many days without one--there is none of them can compare with sleep. Sleep is best. . . .
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Roger Zelazny |
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His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never claimed to be a god. But then, he never claimed not to be a god. Circumstances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit. Silence, though, could.
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Roger Zelazny |
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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.
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Roger Zelazny |
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we avoided their swarms by putting one foot in front of another without pause and making noises of our own. We didn't step on anybody who squashed.
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Roger Zelazny |