Philip José Farmer Quotes

Eyes forward! Sing a paean to the light
That God gives us to net the distant stars
In eyes that once were blinded with black earth.
Man had no time for aught but toll, no space
For aught but war. Yet God, in His great love,
Has cleared our eyes and given a hint of Power.

Perhaps you could tell me how many angels may stand on the point of a pin?

Reader, pray that soon this Iron Age
Will crumble, and Beauty escape the rusting cage.

Dreams haunted The Riverworld.

Monasticism, retreat from the world, reclusivism, that’s a lot of crap.

Time, however, was creeping or sliding or flowing or proceeding in whatever unknown manner Time used to make Then into Now.

I did it!" she said. "I...I! I wanted to! Oh, what a vile low whore I am!"
"I don't remember offering you any money.

The world took a shape which he could grasp, though he could not comprehend it. Above him, on both sides, below him, as far as he could see, bodies floated. They were arranged in vertical and horizontal rows. The up-and-down ranks were separated by red rods, slender as broomsticks, one of which was twelve inches from the feet of the sleepers and the other twelve inches from their heads. Each body was spaced about six feet from the body above and below and on each side.
The rods came up from an abyss without bottom and soared into an abyss without ceiling. That grayness into which the rods and the bodies, up and down, right and left, disappeared was neither the sky nor the earth. There was nothing in the distance except the lackluster of infinity.

Burton thought the man was crazy, though he was discreet enough not to say so. He and his crew had fallen into the hands of fanatics. Fortunately, the god had told Metusael that his worshipers must hurt no one unless it was in self-defense. However, he knew from experience that “self-defense” could mean whatever a person or group wanted it to mean.

He looks like he’d be a hellcat in a fight. Tom and I agreed that he was easily the best qualified. But he doesn’t know anything about books, and I need educated people around me. That may sound snobbish, but so what?

What does that mean?"
"I don't know, but it sounds deep. I'll think up an explanation later.

And how in God’s name did Santiago find out about the laser? Even Queen Victoria’s sex life wasn’t a better secret.

The ideal was the light; the real, the shadow.

Little eggs within bigger eggs within great eggs within a megamonolith on a planetary pear within an ovoid universe, the latest cosmogony indicating that infinity has the form of a hen's fruit. God broods over the abyss and cackles every trillion years or so.

Burton struggled to get up onto his feet. Nobody, not even God, was going to punch Richard Burton in the ribs and get away without a battle.