Robert Sheckley Quotes

I've never been able to understand that custom." "Not all customs have to have a reason.

Sarah Daubray was opposed to the entire Huntsworld philosophy. She had said on several occasion that only they poor should kill each other, since the wealthy were too valuable to sacrifice. Louvaine, however, was a liberal; he believed anyone had the right to kill anyone else, rich or poor.

The new city of Esmeralda was not the usual steel-and-glass rabbit warren that the modern world had developed in its long struggle to free itself from any hint of good taste.

This is a shopping mall," the Professor said. "At one time it was the central artifact of American life. It was to the Americans what the atrium was to the Romans or the plaza to the Spaniards, the great place of assemblage where one comes and ritually buys food and tries to arrange romantic assignations with attractive members of the preferred sex, whichever that might be.

Nobody says any longer, “When will the killing stop?” Now we know that the killing will stop only when life itself stops.

After many centuries we have rediscovered nature’s way of keeping populations in hand. Nature does it the old-fashioned way, by killing people.

Could he be an imposter?" the venerable priest mused. "No, I suppose not. So he must be from some other universe. That's the usual explanation for the inexplicable.

"We have sympathized with the misplaced obsessive emotionality you have thrown into your delusional activities.”
“What do you mean, ‘delusional’? I know what I’m doing!”
The priest shook his head gently. “Whatever you think is wrong. I suppose you feel that you live your own life and strive to achieve your goals?”
“Well, of course!”
“But that is not the case at all. Actually, you have no independent life of your own. You do not live, you are lived! You are a completely automatic mechanism with a built-in I-reflex. Your life has no meaning, since you are not even a person. You are nothing more than a short-lived, inconsistent, and accidental collection of tendencies. Your only possible relevance is as the unwitting vehicle for the purpose of bringing forth the Avatar.”

He said, “Don’t you think that pleas based on upon the assumption of one’s own objectivity are somewhat disingenuous, to say the least?”
The crowd nodded. The tall man said easily, “Granted that all personal judgments are inherently biased. Still, judgment is the only instrument of discrimination at our disposal, and it is our work as living, developing creatures to make discriminations, from which value-judgments inevitably flow. This must be done despite the subjectivity paradox implied in making an ‘objective’ statement. That is why I say unequivocably that you were in the wrong, and no amount of reference to the observer observed dichotomy is going to change that.”

It wouldn’t be so bad. There was, after all, a certain joy in hard, dedicated work, a sort of pleasure in denying oneself pleasures, and a sour happiness to be found in steadiness, circumspection, dependability…
To hell with that!

Words, in the final analysis, are just about as futile as actions, and much less fun.

But the description is not the described, as Amirra Tauba remarked as he chewed up the map of the galaxy!

Not even the thought of death can upset the man who is going into space for the first time. The journey into the unknown transcends the framework of anxiety, at least for a while.

Blount’s face registered psychopathic amazement, idiot incredulity, moronic disbelief.

Your predator is close behind you and will infallibly be your death." "I don't doubt it," Carmody said, in a moment of strange calm." But in terms of long-range planning, I never did expect to get out of this Universe alive." "That is meaningless," the Prize said. "The fact is, you have lost everything." "I don't agree," Carmody said. "Permit me to point out that I am presently still alive." "Agreed. But only for the moment." "I have always been alive only for the moment," Carmody said. "I could never count on more. It was my error to expect more. That holds true, I believe, for all of my possible and potential circumstances." "Then what do you hope to achieve with your moment?" "Nothing," Carmody said. "Everything." "I don't understand you any longer," the Prize said. "Something about you has changed, Carmody. What is it?" "A minor thing," Carmody told him. "I have simply given up a longevity which I never possessed anyhow. I have turned away from the con game which the Gods run in their heavenly sideshow. I no longer care under which shell the pea of immortality might be found. I don't need it. I have my moment, which is quite enough." "Saint Carmody," the Prize said, in tones of deepest sarcasm. "No more than a shadow's breadth separates you and death! What will you do now with your pitiable moment?" "I shall continue to live it," Carmody said. "That is what moments are for.