Roger Joseph Zelazny (May 13, 1937 – June 14, 1995) was 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 times (out of 14 nominations) and the Hugo award six times (also out of 14 nominations), including two Hugos for novels: the serialized novel ...And Call Me Conrad (1965; subsequently published under the title This Immortal, 1966) and then the novel Lord of Light (1967). (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
Between the black of yesterday and the white of tomorrow is the great gray of today, filled with nostalgia and fear of the future.
Beware the meek ... for we shall attempt to inherit the Earth.
Death is mighty, and is no one's friend.
Death is the only god that comes when you call.
Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.
I like libraries. It makes me feel comfortable and secure to have walls of words, beautiful and wise, all around me. I always feel better when I can see that there is something to hold back the shadows.
If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.
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.
Never trust a cat, anyway. All they're good for is stringing tennis racquets.
No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.
Nobody steals books but your friends.
Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane.
Sleep is perhaps the only among life's great pleasures which need not be of short duration.
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 dead are too much with us.
The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.
The enemy of the moment is not as important as our own inner weakness. If this is not mended we are already defeated, though no foreign conqueror stands within our walls.
The function of criticism should not be confused with the function of reform.
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's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.
Times have changed since the Good Book was written, and you can't hold with a purely Fundamentalist approach in complex times.
When inspiration is silent reason tires quickly.
When you are about to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.
(May 13 is also the birthday of Stephen Colbert.)