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The utmost accolade a writer can receive is that the reader is incognizant of his presence. The writer must put no obstacles in the reader’s way. Therefore I try avoid words that he must puzzle over, or that he cannot gloss from context; and when I make up names, I shun the use of diacritical marks that he must sound out, thus halting the flow; and in general, I try to keep the sentences metrically pleasing, so that they do not obtrude upon the reader’s mind.

Vance has a genius in evoking the beauty of strangeness, the strangeness of beauty.

Light slanting down across Alode the Cliff illuminated a hundred forests; the irradiated foliage seemed to glow with internal light: bitter lime, intense gray-blue given pointillist fire by scarlet seed-pots, dark umber, black-blue, black-green.

How to know, oh how to know! All is relative ease and facility in orthodoxy, yet how can it be denied that good is in itself undeniable? Absolutes are the most uncertain of all formulations, while the uncertainties are the most real...

But I’ve sure worked at jobs where I have been under inspection.

First coming aboard, a new arrival makes a cautious survey of the crew, trying to winnow the affable and good-natured from the surly and truculent. Some of the crewmen will seem easygoing, happy-go-lucky, good-fellows-all; others may appear to be reserved or even aloof. Yet I found that at the end of a voyage these aloof ones were often the persons whom I grew to like and respect the most, while those who seemed so agreeable turned out to be rascals.

But Roy Rockwood, it was science fiction for the sake of science fiction.

If religions are diseases of the human psyche, as the philosopher Grintholde asserts, then religious wars must be reckoned the resultant sores and cankers infecting the aggregate corpus of the human race. Of all wars, these are the most detestable, since they are waged for no tangible gain, but only to impose a set of arbitrary credos upon another’s mind.

Human interactions, stimulated as they are by disequilibrium, never achieve balance. In even the most favorable transaction, one party whether he realizes it or not must always come out the worse.

Well, I think everything I’ve ever read contributes to the background from which I write.

One becomes sated with platitudes no less than honey, so that one often breaks another’s bones in one’s vexation.

Let us leave this room, said Melancthe. It reeks of the brain.

Who are our basic enemies? This is a secret, unknown even to these basic enemies.” – Xaviar Skolcamp, Over-Centennial Fellow of the Institute, indulgently, in response to a journalist’s too-searching question.

I don’t read other science fiction. I don’t read any at all.

The symbologist made a cryptic sign. “That remains to be seen, as the cat said who voided into the sugar bowl.

I worked for half a cent a word. I’m not a fast writer to begin with, so for the first few years I had do other things.

The world now lacks a ” Sir Pom-pom”, with all his funny ways! I wonder where he is now? Or is he anywhere at all? Can someone be nowhere?

Somebody else’s ignorance is bliss.

It is thus because it has always been thus. Is not this reason enough?

What are your fees?” inquired Guyal cautiously. “I respond to three questions,” stated the augur. “For twenty terces I phrase the answer in clear and actionable language; for ten I use the language of cant, which occasionally admits of ambiguity; for five, I speak a parable which you must interpret as you will; and for one terce, I babble in an unknown tongue.

As I mentioned, I was a carpenter for a time.

Since we are not permitted to act, we are obliged to know.

The world is a place of marvels.

I thought that automobiles were going to have mufflers and go fast and airplanes were going to fly fast.

I must cite an intrinsic condition of the universe. We set forth in any direction which seems convenient; each leads to the same place: the end of the universe.

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

Living creatures, if nothing else, have the right to life. It is their only truly precious possession, and the stealing of life is a wicked theft.

I don’t know nothing for sure, except water runs downhill and I gotta pay my rent.

There was a writer in the ’20s called Christopher Morley, who I remember a little bit of, who had some influence on me, but I couldn’t tell you what it was.

Star-watching: at night the stars of Alastor Cluster blaze in profusion. The atmosphere refracts their light; the sky quivers with beams, glitters, and errant flashes. The Trills go out into their gardens with jugs of wine; they name the stars and discusses localities. For the Trills, for almost anyone of Alastor, the night sky was no abstract empyrean, but rather a view across prodigious distances to known places: a vast luminous map.

I was a carpenter for a time and everybody watches what you do.

Two hours of loose philosophizing will never tilt the scale against the worth of one sound belch.

I got done writing Ports of Call and suddenly realized I have far too much material for the book.

I haven’t been to a movie since somebody gave me free tickets to Star Wars, which I went to.

Everyone is the same,” he told himself. “Anxious to arrive. And when they leave, wondering why they came.

I hate you with the hate that I give to all the world; I love you with a feeling nothing else arouses.

Where cowards never venture, heroes find splendor. So.

But I’m so slow on it because I find it terribly hard writing blind on computers. The computer speaks to me, but it’s just so slow, I’m so terribly slow using it.

In fact, almost every job you get somebody watching you.

I was an omnivore at reading, so that everything I ever read contributed.

I do read books. I suppose it’s more or less the same thing, but at least I’m alone and I’m an individual. I can stop anytime I want, which I frequently do.

Bending, she kissed Glawen’s cheek. “Thank you for a lovely day.” “Wait!” cried Glawen. “Come back!” “I think not,” said Wayness, and ran off up the path to Riverview House.

How I hate you,” he said softly. “If hate were stone I could build a tower into the clouds.

Observe! I hold the magic tablet of truth! You are Monster; I am Man. Each is alone; each sees dawn and dusk; each feels pain and pain’s ease. Why should one be victor and the other victim? We will never agree; never shall you know gain by the toil of man! Submit to the what-must-be! If you fail to heed, then you must taste a bitter brew and never again walk the sands of dark Sigil.

An enemy, perhaps. Ah, so simple. Liane will kill you ten men. Two steps forward, thrust – thus!” He lunged. “And souls go thrilling up like bubbles in a beaker of mead.

Uncertainty hurts more than ignorance.

I dare not kill you. But I can break more bones, and you will walk sideways like a crab.

When you demand the nature of my motives, you reveal the style of your thinking to be callow, captious, superficial, craven, uncertain and impudent.

You used the word “civilization”, which means a set of abstractions, symbols, conventions. Experience tends to be vicarious; emotions are predigested and electrical; ideas become more real than things.

I am Chun the Unavoidable. Tonight, O Lith, tonight it is two long bright threads for you.

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