Philip José Farmer Quotes

La sabiduria consiste en saber cuando evitar al perfeccion

Look at those mountains. They go straight up, smooth as a politician denying he ever made a campaign promise.

I missed the sad things about growing old, when women no longer look at you, when wine makes you weep instead of laugh and makes your mouth sour with the taste of weakness, and every day is one day nearer death.

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

You had to make your choice between survival and efficiency, though in the long run survival was optimum efficiency, no matter how much time and effort it took.

It’s this smoke from the burnin garbage, kid. Enough to make a maggot puke, ain’t it? Lookit! The smoke’s risin’ t‘ward the full moon like the ghosts a men so rotten even their spirits’re carryin the contamination with em. Hey, li’l chick, you din’t know Old Man knew them big words like contamination, didja? That’s what livin on the city dump does for you. I hear that word all a time from the big shots that come down inspectin the stink here so they kin get away from the stink a City Hall. 1 ain’t no illiterate. I got a TV set. Hor, hor, hor!

Invincible ignorance always upset him, even though he knew he should just laugh at it.

why should human beings have another chance at an afterlife? They were such miserable, conniving, self-deceiving, hypocritical wretches.

The n'k did not want to be enlightened. They resented the truth as if it threatened them. In this respect, they are most like humans.

even killed a man, though it had been more by accident than skill. But he was an ineffectual warrior. In battle the valves of his heart were turned full open, and his strength poured out.

You know, Doc and … as if they were brothers … coloring … black hair and gray eyes and a darker skin, but Doc has …” They talked on, rambling much. I got the impression that these two octogenarians had known each other intimately for a long long time. They had been through much with each other, and they were very fond of each other. The abuses and insults they loosed at each other were good-natured, indeed, their second natures. And as I listened — read, rather — I understood that they were here on The Last Great Adventure. There had been three other men who had shared their exploits and dangers in the past. But these were dead now. The two old men expected to die soon, but they had insisted on coming to Africa with Caliban, and he had reluctantly agreed.

I’m not a Christian,” Göring said. “I admire a man who can admit that. I don’t think I ever met a preacher who came out and said so, in so many words.

I seldom lie,' he said.

yet the world between them was wide.

For the unholy trinity of Bobs: Bloch, Heinlein, and Traurig — may I meet them on the banks of The River, where we’ll board the fabulous Riverboat