Then every man would be as a god, you see. The result of this, of course, would be that there would no longer be any gods, only men. We would give them knowledge of the sciences and the arts, which we possess, and in so doing we would destroy their simple faith and remove all basis for their hoping that things will be better—for the best way to destroy faith or hope is to let it be realized.
Roger ZelaznyTags: religion faith hope magick 1967
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.
Roger ZelaznyHeredity or environment? I wondered wryly. We were all of us, to some degree, mad after his fashion. To be honest, it had to be a form of madness, to have so much and to strive so bitterly for just a little more, for a bit of an edge over the others. He carried this tendency to its extreme, that is all. He was a caricature of this mania in all of us. In this sense, did it really matter which of us was the traitor?
Roger ZelaznyI tako, kad se već činilo da imam cijelu kuću na raspolaganju, odlučih se vratiti u knjižnicu i vidjeti što mogu otkriti. Osim toga, volim knjižnice. Osjećam se ugodno i sigurno okružen sa svih strana zidovima od riječi, predivnih i mudrih. Uvijek se osjećam bolje kad mogu vidjeti da postoji nešto što rastjeruje tamu.
Roger ZelaznySve dok nisam došao do čarobne riječi.
Amber.
(...)
Riječ bijaše nabijena strahovitom čežnjom i golemom nostalgijom. Imala je, zamotan u sebi, osjećaj zaboravljene ljepote, grandioznih dostignuća i moći užasne i gotovo konačne. Nekako, ta je riječ pripadala mom rječniku. I nekako, ja bijah dio nje, a ona dio mene. Bijaše to ime mjesta, znao sam, mjesta koje sam nekoć poznavao. Ali nije izazivala nikakve slike, samo osjećaje.
Spavati, možda i sanjati...
Roger ZelaznyYou are a fool to speak of last great battles, Sam, for the last great battle is always the next one.
Roger ZelaznyTags: perspective battle 1967 kali
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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 mean on many different occasions. It is a feeling without a name, really—better to leave it at that. So take it and go away and have your fun with it. You know that we would both be at one another's throats again one day, as soon as we run out of common enemies. We had many fine reconciliations, but were they ever worth the pain that preceded them? Know that you have won and that you are the goddess I worship—for are not worship and religious awe a combination of love and hate, desire and fear?
Roger ZelaznyTags: love hate worship reconciliation 1967
Death is the only limit to the road you travel.
Roger ZelaznyTags: inspirational
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