David Zindell Quotes

The true human being ... is the meaning of the universe. He is a dancing star. He is the exploding singularity pregnant with infinite possibilities.

For war is never some cosmic accident descending upon a people with all the chance and inevitability of asteroids falling like fire out of the heavens, but only the will and work of man.

The elite of the universal religions have always substituted belief in the Infinite for the experience of it. We all need God — but only in small and measured doses. Who can look upon the burning bush and not be destroyed in its flames? Who can bear the heaven and hell of each moment blazing in time? Who can shine like a star? And so, for all but a few of the manswarm, the rare ones who are truly human, it is better to glimpse such a miracle through a dark glass or to grasp it through words only.

In an infinite universe, every point in space-time is the center.

Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

For us humanity was a distant goal toward which all men were moving, whose image no one knew, whose laws were nowhere written down.

I am not interested in things getting better; what I want is more: more human beings, more dreams, more history, more consciousness, more suffering, more joy, more disease, more agony, more rapture, more evolution, more life.

Poems are the dreams of the universe crystallized in words.

All men are warriors. And life for everything in our universe is nothing but war.

Any robot sufficiently intelligent to clean dishes is too intelligent to clean dishes.

The belly is the reason that man does not easily mistake himself for a god.

To be what you want to be: isn't this the essence of being human?

If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn't.

The memory of all things is in all things, Danlo remembered. Nothing is ever truly lost. "The true Elder Eddas," he said "are universal memories. The One memory is just the memory of the universe itself. The way the universe evolves in conscioiusness of itself and causes itself to be. We are just this blessed consciousness, nothing more, nothing less. We are the light inside light that fuses into the atoms of our bodies; we are the fire that whirls across the stellar deeps and dances all things into being." "Now you are speaking mystically again, Little Fellow." "About some things there is no other way to speak."

A man lusts to become a god ... and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?