No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.

Then the one called Raltariki is really a demon?” asked Tak.”Yes—and no,” said Yama, “If by ‘demon’ you mean a malefic, supernatural creature, possessed of great powers, life span and the ability to temporarily assume...

If it will give you any satisfaction in the end, I still care for you. Either there is no such thing as love, or the word does not mean what I have thought it to...

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...

In the State of Denmark there was the odor of decay…

Then you must reconcile yourself to the fact that something is always hurt by any change. If you do this, you will not be hurt yourself.

Good-bye and hello, as always.

The universe did not invent justice. Man did. Unfortunately, man must reside in the universe.

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.

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.

If you ever loved anything in your life, try to remember it. If you ever betrayed anything, pretend for a moment that you have been forgiven. If you ever feared anything, pretend for an instant...

You are one of the few successful persons I know.””Me? Why?””You know precisely what you are doing and you do it well.””But I don’t really do much of anything.””And of course the quantity means nothing...

But I recall the springtime of the world as though it were yesterday—those days when we rode together to battle, and those nights when we shook the stars loose from the fresh-painted skies!

Occasionally, there arises a writing situation where you see an alternative to what you are doing, a mad, wild gamble of a way for handling something, which may leave you looking stupid, ridiculous or brilliant...

An army, great in space, may offer opposition in a brief span of time. One man, brief in space, must spread his opposition across a period of many years if he is to have a...

It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.

First, a man may in some ways be superior to his fellows and still serve them, if together they serve a common cause which is greater than any one man. I believe that I serve...

Which one is the right way?””Huh? You’re asking me that? How should I know?””Mortals call you Buddha.””That is only because they are afflicted with language and ignorance.

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....

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...

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...

Besides, 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...

You are a fool to speak of last great battles, Sam, for the last great battle is always the next one.

I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.

One of the disadvantages of traveling alone is that when you fall there is none to assist you.

Did you ever look back at some moment in your past and have it suddenly grow so vivid that all the intervening years seemed brief, dreamlike, impersonal—the motions of a May afternoon surrendered to routine?

It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me.

Don’t wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.

Time means a lot to me, paperwork wastes it, and I have always been a firm believer in my right to do anything I cannot be stopped from doing. Which sometimes entails not getting caught...

When inspiration is silent reason tires quickly.

I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.

Once past the comfort zone in either direction, humans soon lost the ability to discriminate bad from worse.

I don’t know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something–or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to...

Nobody steals books but your friends.

Collins and Morales represent a segment of society which, if attacked with the weapons society sanctions, one finds buffered by innumerable layers of law, bureaucracy, lies, evasions. They rest secure within their palaces, confident that...

There’s no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.

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.

In the mirrors of the many judgments, my hands are the color of blood. I sometimes fancy myself an evil which exists to oppose other evils; and on that great Day of which the prophets...

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.

Life is full of doors that don’t open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when don’t want them to.

Why could you not have left me as I was, in the sea of being?””Because the world has need of your humility, your piety, your great teaching and your Machiavellian scheming.

I try to sit down at the typewriter four times a day, even if it’s only five minutes, and write three sentences.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

I feel obligated to point out, though, that I have always been a sucker for ideas I find aesthetically pleasing. The cosmic sweep of the thing – an interstellar kula chain – affirming the differences...

Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody...

When you are about to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.

I was not always that way, but perhaps the shadow Earth, where I spent so many years, mellowed me a bit, and maybe my hitch in the dungeons of Amber reminded me somewhat of the...

It was almost a mystical experience. I do not know how else to put it. My mind outran time as he neared, and it was as though I had an eternity to ponder the approach...