Roger Zelazny
Roger Zelazny
Roger Joseph Zelaznywas an American poet and writer of fantasy and science fiction short stories and novels, best known for The Chronicles of Amber. He won the Nebula award three timesand the Hugo award six times, including two Hugos for novels: the serialized novel ...And Call Me Conradand then the novel Lord of Light...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth13 May 1937
CountryUnited States of America
bye good-bye hello
Good-bye and hello, as always.
love-is hatred negative
Love is a negative form of hatred.
heart names giving
Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver." "Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.
brother sorry school
I 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.
philosophical writing smoking
Good 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.
sleep duration needs
Sleep is perhaps the only among life's great pleasures which need not be of short duration.
mean government pay
Do you work for the government, any government?” "I pay taxes, which means I work for the government, part of the time. Yes.
nice stronger would-be
It would be nice if there were some one thing constant and unchanging in the universe. If there is such a thing, then it is a thing which would have to be stronger than love, and it is a thing which I do not know.
good-night sweet hands
I 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.
play agony tonight
Tonight I will suck the marrow from your bones!” it said. “I will dry them and work them most cunningly into instruments of music! Whenever I play upon them, your spirit will writhe in bodiless agony!” “You burn prettily,” I said.
games giving mythical-creatures
It is no shame to lose to me, mortal. Even among mythical creatures there are very few who can give a unicorn a good game.
light doe hell
Be warned, therefore, that one does not go to hell to light a cigarette.
hurt advancement technological
The power to hurt ... has evolved in a direct relationship to technological advancement.
song book fire
A bizarrerie of fires, cunabulum of light, it moved with a deft, almost dainty deliberation, phasing into and out of existence like a storm-shot piece of evening; or perhaps the darkness between the flares was more akin to its truest nature swirl of black ashes assembled in prancing cadence to the lowing note of desert wind down the arroyo behind buildings as empty yet filled as the pages of unread books or stillnesses between the notes of a song.