Roger Joseph Zelazny (May 13, 1937 - June 14, 1995) was an American writer of fantasy and science fiction short stories and novels, best known for his The Chronicles of Amber series. He won the Nebula award three times and the Hugo award six times, including two Hugos for novels: the serialized novel ...And Call Me Conrad (1965; subsequently published under the title This Immortal, 1966) and the novel Lord of Light (1967). (Click for full Wikipedia article.
A totally nondenominational prayer: Insofar as I may be heard by anything, which may or may not care what I say, I ask, if it matters, that I be forgiven for anything I may have done or failed to do which requires forgiveness. Conversely, if not forgiveness but something else may be required to insure any possible benefit for which I may be eligible after the destruction of my body, I ask that this, whatever it may be, be granted or withheld, as the case may be, in such a manner as to insure said benefit. I ask this in my capacity as your elected intermediary between yourself and that which may not be yourself, but which may have an interest in the matter of your receiving as much as it is possible for you to receive of this thing, and which may in some way be influenced by this ceremony. Amen.
Between the black of yesterday and the white of tomorrow is the great gray of today, filled with nostalgia and fear of the future.
Coincidence is like a rubber band. Stretch it too far and it snaps.
Death is the only god who comes when you call.
Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.
I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.
I sometimes think of us as a gang of mean little old ladies in a combination rest home and obstacle course.
It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart- never the sensation of the moment.
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.
Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.
Love is a negative form of hatred.
No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.
Nobody steals books but your friends.
That's life: trust and you're betrayed; don't trust and you betray yourself.
The absence of a monument can, in its own way, be something of a monument also.
The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.
The function of criticism should not be confused with the function of reform.
The power to hurt... has evolved in a direct relationship to technological advancement.
The universe did not invent justice. Man did. Unfortunately, man must reside in the universe.
There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.
There's really nothing quite like someone wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.
To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, “I wish I had known this some time ago.”
When inspiration is silent reason tires quickly.
When you are about to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.
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.
(Also- G.K. Chesteron died on this date in 1936.)
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