Occupation: Writer Birth: May 13, 1937 Death: June 14, 1995
Nick swore he'd die with this boots on, on some exotic safari, but he found his Kilimanjaro in a hospital on Earth, where they'd cured everything tha….
It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you..
To waste! You are unknown and unwanted, save by me. This, because you are fairly adept at the various embalming arts and you occasionally compose a c….
Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words….
At the end of the season of sorrows comes the time of rejoicing. Spring, like a well-oiled clock, noiselessly indicates this time..
The stars blazed like the love of God, cold and distant..
I never plan ahead, with the exception of the Amber books which had to proceed in sequence. But I don't really like to know what I'm going to be work….
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 ….
Death is the only limit to the road you travel..
It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment..
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….