Michael Moorcock Quotes

I did not say that we would not fight," her sister said firmly, "I said that we would not resort to the building of empires. These are two distinct things."
"I understand you, my lady," said the albino, "and I accept the difference. I have no liking for my people's penchant for empire-building."
"Well, my lord, there are many other ways to achieve security.

We are all guilty," he said. "We are all innocent. Only when we accept responsibility for our own actions do we become free. And only when every one of us accepts their share of responsibility will the world become safe for us all.

Is there anything sadder, I wonder, than an assassin with nobody left to kill?

Evil flourishes best in disguise," said Otto grimly. His companions nodded in assent.
"And the best disguise is simple" said the youth, Federit Shaus. "Honest patriotism. Joyful idealism."
"You're a cynic, lad," von Bek smiled at him. "But sadly my own experience would support your view. Show me a man who cries 'my country right or wrong', and I'll show you one who'd cheerfully murder half his own nation in the name of patriotism.

The sentient may perceive and love the universe, but the universe cannot perceive and love the sentient.

That evening I lit many candles and sat in the library wearing fresh linen and drinking good wine while I read a treatise on astronomy by a student of Kepler’s and reflected on my increasing disagreement with Luther, who had judged reason to be the chief enemy of Faith, of the purity of his beliefs. He had considered reason a harlot, willing to turn to anyone’s needs, but this merely displayed his own suspicion of logic. I have come to believe him the madman Catholics described him as. Most mad people see logic as a threat to the dream in which they would rather live, a threat to their attempts to make the dream reality (usually through force, through threat, through manipulation and through bloodshed). It is why men of reason are so often the first to be killed or exiled by tyrants.

And thank you, also, for the joke."
"The joke?"
"Why truly—the best joke is but a simple statement of truth."…
He mounted, flapped the reins, and, as the gray gelding broke into a trot he said to himself: "A joke indeed, but it is a pity that men do not laugh at it more often.

I had learned, after all, to trust neither religion nor politics and to put my faith in the realities of metal, wood and steam, in practical engineering, whose rules could neither be changed nor made the subject of morality, so why should I show reverence for mere antiquity?

He complains that I don't really understand the importance of it all. He thinks my loyalties are sometimes divided." They were quite a long way behind the men. Mitzi smirked. "Of course, that's impossible. I haven't any loyalties at all.

What more could you need?"
I smiled in self-mockery. "Reassurance, I suppose."
"That must come from your own judgment, from your own testing of your conscience. It is the only kind of reassurance worth having, as I'm sure you would agree.

The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution.

Entropy's setting in. Or so they say."
"Why should that be true?"
"It's Time—it's all used up."
"This is metaphysical nonsense!"
"Very likely.

So you are still our Master," said Sabrina. She was frowning. She had come to be afraid again.
"Not so!" Lucifer turned, almost in rage. "You are your own masters. Your destiny is yours. Your lives are your own. Do you not see that this means an end to the miraculous? You are at the beginning of a new age for Man, an age of investigation and analysis."
"The Age of Lucifer," I said, echoing some of His own irony.
He saw the joke in it. He smiled.
"Man, whether he be Christian or pagan, must lean to rule himself, to understand himself, to take responsibility for himself. There can be no Armageddon now. If Man is destroyed, he shall have destroyed himself."
"So we are to live without aid," said Sabrina. Her face was clearing.
"And without hindrance," said Lucifer. "It will be your fellows, your children and their children who will find the Cure for the World's Pain."
"Or perish in the attempt," said I.
"It is a fair risk," said Lucifer. "And you must remember, von Bek, that it is in my interest that you succeed. I have wisdom and knowledge at your disposal. I always had that gift for Man. And now that I may give it freely I choose not to do so. Each fragment of wisdom shall be earned. And it shall be hard-earned, captain.

Mortals and gods come and go, but nature remains.

This was Elric’s dream, more coherent now than it had ever been. This was his dream and it was why he traveled the world, why he refused the power which was his, why he risked his life, his mind, his love and everything else he valued, for he believed that there was no life worth living that was not risked in pursuit of knowledge and justice. And this was why his fellow countrymen feared him. Justice was not obtained, he believed, by administration but by experience. One must know what it was to suffer humiliation and powerlessness; at least to some degree, before one could entirely appreciate its effect. One must give up power if one was to achieve true justice. This was not the logic of Empire, but it was the logic of one who truly loved the world and desired to see an age dawn when all people would be free to pursue their ambitions in dignity and self-respect.