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To seek pain as a form of salvation is to destroy oneself.
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Michael Moorcock |
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IT IS THE colour of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair which flows below his shoulders is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of his yellow gown emerge two slender hands, also the colour of bone, resting on each arm of a seat which has been carved from a single, massive ruby.
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Michael Moorcock |
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It happens to many like that," he said. "I have seen them. But you have to show them so much injustice first... Nobody wants to believe that the world is cruel--or that one's own kind are cruel. Not to know cruelty is to remain innocent, eh? And we should all like to remain innocent. A revolutionist is a man who, perhaps, fails to keep his innocence but so desperately wants it back that he seeks to create a world where all shall be innocent..
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Michael Moorcock |
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In an infinite universe, all may become real sooner or later. Yet it is always up to mankind to make real what it really wishes to be real.
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Michael Moorcock |
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He was talking about hire purchase. precredit cards. A different way of getting the poor into debt, but I think he was right. It was nice when ordinary people could take a holiday in Spain, of course, but easy credit is what started the cultural rot. Tourism depends on lots of people everywhere with loads of disposable wealth, which means all kinds of changes through a place a cultivates it. The real, messy, informative past disappears to b..
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Michael Moorcock |
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bd84dd6
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Yet the place was strangely old-fashioned. The strongest feeling I got from New York at first was nostalgia. A 1930s vision of the future.
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Michael Moorcock |
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Elric offered Moonglum a smile that had gratitude in it. "You are--a good friend--I wonder why . . ."
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Michael Moorcock |
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His life was over. The conflicts which tore his mind would no longer trouble him. His fears, his torments, his loves and his hatreds all lay in the past and only oblivion lay before him.
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Michael Moorcock |
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ac50fca
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They offer you so much power. All that patriarchy! So tempting to take advantage of it.
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Michael Moorcock |
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489f338
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Then Lu Wing entered, no longer in chauffeur's uniform but wearing a high-buttoned, deep blue silk tunic, an entourage of smooth, modern men of south China at his heels, ready, I heard him say, to do any further work required of them. The conversation turned to a more distant moment when his father died and he would claim the crown of the Wing emirates, to rule over a subcontinent and its colonies again. Sending his men off, he said, upon t..
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Michael Moorcock |
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Being an imperfect creature in an imperfect world he would always know paradox. And that was why in paradox there was always a kind of truth. That was why philosophers and soothsayers flourished. In a perfect world there would be no place for them. In an imperfect world the mysteries were always without solution and that was why there was always a great choice of solutions.
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Michael Moorcock |
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I have brought evil to many places," he said, "but usually there has already been evil to match mine. I seek no excuses, for I know what I am and I know what I have done. I have slain malignant sorcerers and destroyed oppressors, but I have also been responsible for slaying fine men, and a woman, my cousin, whom I loved, I killed--or my sword did."
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Michael Moorcock |
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c3ab378
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The legends which offer a race their sense of pride and history eventually become putrid.
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Michael Moorcock |
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d92303a
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The note took long moments to fade and, when it had at last died away, there was an absolute hush over the world, the milling millions were still, there was an air of expectancy. And then the White Lords came.
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Michael Moorcock |
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Yet without Chaos there would be no Creation, and perhaps no Creator. That is the simple truth of all existence, Lord Elric. The promise of immortality.
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fabulous
harbours
von-bek
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Michael Moorcock |
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At which Charion Pratt blushed girlishly, to her own furious embarrassment, yet the eye she cast upon the little coxcomb was not unlike that which a certain toad had once cast upon her: for there is never anything but apparent paradox in the choices made by lovers.
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love
making-eyes
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Michael Moorcock |
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Memory is the foundation of identity. Through our sense of identity, we act. We determine our moral judgements. We rewrite our own memories, of course, all the time. We create fresh narratives to use in our survival. We agree on fresh histories enabling us to take action. It is part of what makes us such flawed creatures. Creatures of such narrative fiction creating cause and effect.
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whispering_swarm
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Michael Moorcock |
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d106229
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You make the mistake of considering Christianity as something that developed over the course of a few years, from the death of Jesus to the time the gospels were written. But Christianity wasn't new. Only the name was new. Christianity was merely a stage in the meeting, cross-fertilization, metamorphosis of Western logic and Eastern mysticism. Look how the religion itself changed over the centuries, reinterpreting itself to meet changing ti..
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Michael Moorcock |
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In many ways the recent history of the Ukraine can be seen as an intensified version of the history of our era. Most of the political issues are familiar to us. Most of the methods used to meet those issues are also familiar. Events in the Ukraine prefigured events through the rest of the world...
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ukraine
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Michael Moorcock |
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Our Di had, according to her myth, been hounded to death by the baying werewolves of the yellow press. Of course it was now plain I was one. Maybe even the worst of them. Some people claimed they had actually seen me baying. In the tunnel. With the blood of their angel on my hands.
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Michael Moorcock |
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he cursed the malevolent Gods for the black day when idly, for their amusement, they had spawned men.
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Michael Moorcock |
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d653856
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I have sometimes wondered what social stability is. It is probably just a question of points of view and personal experience.
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Michael Moorcock |
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One avoids becoming a Tolkien clone precisely by returning to the same roots that inspired The Lord of the Rings.
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Michael Moorcock |
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People are not alarmed by the unusual so long as it is placed in an acceptable context.
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Michael Moorcock |
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Life's not easy, it is a hard task to live it well and with grace--but, by Hades, let's not complicate it with deities and water-nymphs!
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Michael Moorcock |
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I cannot justify my actions. Roldero had said that men must be judged by their deeds, not their motives. I offer such speculation only n the hope that by understanding our motives we may thus control our deeds.
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Michael Moorcock |
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I can accept then, that we are more than forsaken, because there was never anything there to forsake us.
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Michael Moorcock |
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His little black-and-white cat with the black-and-white wings would fly through the rooms sometimes, but most often it would be discovered sleeping somewhere where it was most inconvenient for it to sleep. And
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Michael Moorcock |
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c81b8d3
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It is our firm belief that we shall one day learn the plan of the entire multiverse and travel at will from Sphere to Sphere, from realm to realm, from world to world, travel through the great clouds of shifting, multicoloured stars, the tumbling planets in all their millions, through galaxies that swarm like gnats in a summer garden, and rivers of light-glory beyond glory-pathways of moonbeams between the roaming stars.
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Michael Moorcock |
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I have hated hypocrisy and deception all my life, yet all my life I have been victim to it. That is the terrible irony.
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maxim
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Michael Moorcock |
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Once, it was said, the whole city had been sentient, the most intelligent being in the universe, but now it was senile and even its memories were fragmented.
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Michael Moorcock |
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But I tell you this, Sepiriz--given the opportunity I shall make that god rue his homecoming, for he has done the one thing that can move me to real anger. And the anger of Elric of Melnibone and his sword Stormbringer can destroy the world!" Sepiriz"
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Michael Moorcock |
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He knew that for all his admission of Chaos he would be better able to do what he wished in a world ordered by some degree of Law. The
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Michael Moorcock |
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they are a most depressed and depressing group, for they are all, you see, exiles or refugees or travelers between the worlds who lost their way and never found it again. No-one lives in Ameeron by choice." "A veritable City of the Damned." "As the poet might remark, aye." Rackhir offered Elric a sardonic wink. "But I sometimes think all cities are that."
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Michael Moorcock |
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On such ventures as these one is inclined to forget much, as one forgets a dream.
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michael moorcock |
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Be wary of this devil-blade, Moonglum. It kills the foe - but savours the blood of friends and kinfolk most.
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stormbringer
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Michael Moorcock |
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Law and Chaos?" I said. "They're not the same as good and evil, I'm told." "Merciful heavens, no! Not at all. Not at all. Evil is a cruel and selfish thing. Chaos can be wild and generous, and just as some Lords of Law are self-sacrificing and concerned for others, so are some Lords of Chaos."
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Michael Moorcock |
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The last Melnibonean thinks of his people's history and legends, and he tells his human friends some of what he knows and one day a human scribe will write these remembered words which will become in turn the foundation for whole cycles of myths, whole volumes of legend and superstition, so that a grain of a grain of prehuman memory is carried over to us, blood to blood, life to life, And the cycles turn and spin and intersect at unpredicta..
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Michael Moorcock |
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and then, from that dungeon in the West, There rises up a melody, beguiling and forlorn. It is the sweet, sad, self-deceiving murderer's song, And it will not end 'til morn . . .' -- Wheldrake, The Prisoners
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Michael Moorcock |
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bf5e248
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Tanelorn had taken many forms in her endless existence, but all those forms, save one, had been beautiful.
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fantasy
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Michael Moorcock |
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Because the Eternal Champion sequence contains comedies does not mean that I am satirising those stories which are tragic and romantic. We're diverse creatures and for me the Eternal Champion must reflect and embrace that diversity. Chaos Theory, perhaps the most important intellectual advance in many years, suggests that in diversity we flourish and the fewer choices we have the poorer are our chances of survival.
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Michael Moorcock |
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When I had first been hurled into the world of the 1970s I had thought I found Utopia. And now I was discovering that it was only a Utopia for some. Shaw wanted a Utopia which would exist for all.
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Michael Moorcock |
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You Mabden seem to think that happiness must be bought with misery... It is not easy for Vadhagh to understand that. We believe -- believed -- that happiness was a natural condition of reasoning beings.
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reason
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Michael Moorcock |
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a354610
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women of exotic appearance.
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Michael Moorcock |