- All page numbers are from the first edition, published by Ace Books (catalogue number F-353).
- Things oughtn’t to be the way they are, altogether. But letting a madman burn down the barn is no way to improve them.
- Tell him you’ll pay any fine within reason. That dragon-cod can’t even read his own name unless it’s written in gold ink.
- There was an inn...which kept no register of...a number of seamstresses and tailors who lacked time and place and perhaps inclination to weave the cloths they cut and sewed, depending instead on the activities of those who preferred not to vex the original owners with the tiresome bookkeeping inseparable from purchase.
- The beast is always doomed. It’s better to face the fact honestly and not pretty it up with a lot of lies about blowing off steam and reducing tensions and getting rid of this and that, acting out anxieties, moment of truth. Piddle. There’s an ancient word, I don’t know what language it is. Bazazz. All those arguments are a lot of bazazz. Unless you’re wiping out vermin or hunting for meat to eat, the man who kills animals does so because he likes to kill. And people who like to watch do so because they like to see things being killed.
- A querulous whine that was almost a question was succeeded by a deep gobble that was almost an answer.
- “Drew a knife on us,” one muttered, with the sullen rage of the bully who feels wronged when resisted.
- Hmm...hmm. A stag hunt. To what elaborate lengths the equestrian classes go in order to draw out the simple business of butchering venison.
- Where there is no bread, there is no philosophy.
- “There may be someone here who knows less about all this than I do,” Clemens said, “but I can’t imagine who.”
- Surely you’ll at least see the Temple? Respect all religions, is my motto, believe in none. Sensible principle. Still, you know, must say, after all, two thousand beautiful priestesses! All ready, willing, able—and I must say—dextrous!— to do their best to inspire male worshippers with love for their goddess, hah-hah!
- Rumor, I fear, is scarcely as accurate as he is rapid.
- But the Red Man denied that time, though it must always be paid for, could always be paid for in money.
- The ceremony was long and intricate, probably none of them could have explained why half of it was done, and the explanations for the other half would probably have been thoroughly incorrect.
- It is not in the nature of any people that it should willingly endure being ruled by another people, whether it is ruled ill or ruled well.
- Sorcery works against Nature, magic works with it.
- These precautions, perhaps because they had been taken, proved unnecessary.
- And then in that, admittedly magnificent, abrupt moment you saw what I concede without argument was the face of rather an attractive wench, and—Zeus! you weren’t thinking, man—you were simply reacting. It wasn’t your heart, it was your codpiece that the impulse came from!
- Novel nominated for the 1988 Nebula Award. There are no chapter divisions in this book.
- Though you expel Nature with a pitchfork, she will always return.
- Everything meant something, still, some meanings were revealed sooner than others. And that some were seemingly never revealed in no way disproved the fact.
- It is not a very interesting night market, anyway. No wonderful things are sold there, though often one wonders, next day, how one could have bought them...
- Clearly this was no time to ask if they should first define their terms. Nor, for that matter, had Socrates had to define the bowl of hemlock.
- It had not been precisely a fruitful meeting, but it had been a long one.
- She spun, as a matter of form and status alone, her woollen yarn and her oft-breaking thread. What else did she spin? he wondered. And the answer, not spoken aloud, was, a web.
And one that now seemed sure to hold him fast.
To hold him fast indeed.
- It’s not a matter of who runs first or who runs last. It’s merely a matter of who gets caught.
- It was but that, seeing him and so imagining that something about him was otherwise, automatically they feared him.
- Seven cities claimed blind Homer, dead,
Through which blind Homer, living, begged his bread.
- It was a distinction without a difference.
- Suppose Sisyphus to have been acquitted his need of forever toiling up his hill in Hell, would he have made the last journey in joy? Or would mere fatigue have extinguished all other emotion, as a torch extinguished in a sconce?
Last modified on 11 January 2014, at 23:38