Quote

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.

Roger Zelazny

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Roger Zelazny
Age: 58 †
Born: 1937
Born: May 13
Died: 1995
Died: June 14
Novelist
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Writer
Euclid
Ohio
Roger Joseph Zelazny
Roger Joseph Christopher Zelazny
Harrison Denmark
Spirit
Agony
Music
Dry
Play
Burn
Bodiless
Work
Tonight
Prettily
Bones
Writhe
Instruments
Cunningly
Whenever
Suck
Upon
Marrow

More quotes by Roger Zelazny

Image
There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.
Roger Zelazny
Image
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.
Roger Zelazny
Image
Nothing we did in those days has caused a change. Because of what we did, things remained as they were, rather than getting worse, I told him.
Roger Zelazny
Image
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.
Roger Zelazny
Image
Good-bye and hello, as always.
Roger Zelazny
Image
I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking — by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.
Roger Zelazny
Image
Go and copulate with yon purple lizard.
Roger Zelazny
Image
Be warned, therefore, that one does not go to hell to light a cigarette.
Roger Zelazny
Image
Do you work for the government, any government?” I pay taxes, which means I work for the government, part of the time. Yes.
Roger Zelazny
Image
Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.
Roger Zelazny
Image
I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.
Roger Zelazny
Image
A powerful flight of the imagination . . . an entirely enjoyable reading experience, wrought by a pair of writers noted for excellence.
Roger Zelazny
Image
I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.
Roger Zelazny
Image
Once a Buddha, always a Buddha.
Roger Zelazny
Image
Two days like icebergs bleak, blank, half-melting, all frigid, mainly out of sight, and definitely a threat to peace of mind drifted by and were good to put behind.
Roger Zelazny
Image
If I get enough letters saying you never explained this or that, I suppose I'll have to write another book.
Roger Zelazny
Image
I'm a lost soul. We do wail.
Roger Zelazny
Image
At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing. Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time.
Roger Zelazny
Image
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.
Roger Zelazny
Image
The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.
Roger Zelazny