Avram Davidson Quotes

Hmm...hmm. A stag hunt. To what elaborate lengths the equestrian classes go in order to draw out the simple business of butchering venison.

A querulous whine that was almost a question was succeeded by a deep gobble that was almost an answer.

Recall the instructor at the Academy: “What is Man, young aspirants? Man is an animal that trades…”

The short man was all of a piece, but there was nothing reassuring in this; it was a piece of the same material that too many high school principals, boys’ camp directors, and military and naval officers are made of: a texture or quality often dignified by the description, “ability to command”—the desire to bully, override, bear down—the capacity to do so by virtue of office—the habit of having done so for a long time and the confidence of continuing to do so for a long time.

Everything meant something, still, some meanings were revealed sooner than others. And that some were seemingly never revealed in no way disproved the fact.

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!

Follow me, men! I'm right behind you!

It was a distinction without a difference.

“Drew a knife on us,” one muttered, with the sullen rage of the bully who feels wronged when resisted.

Experience may be a bitter teacher, but She is a good one.

How is your new woman? Your new-est one, I sh'd say."
Jack shrugged. "Good enough. They all got the same thing."
"Yeh-es," Jeff nodded, judiciously. "But some of 'm's got more of it than others.

It’s not a matter of who runs first or who runs last. It’s merely a matter of who gets caught.

I can tell you that only a fool destroys useful things merely because he doesn’t like them.

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...

Where there is no bread, there is no philosophy.