While I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making … - Roger Zelazny

When I said I wanted to die in my sleep, I meant I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.

The absence of a monument can, in its own way, be something of a monument also.

It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me.

"As I sailed into Shadow, a white bird of my desire came and sat upon my right shoulder, and I wrote a note and tied it to its leg and set it on its way. The note said "I am coming," and it was signed by me.

A black bird of my desire came and sat upon my left shoulder, and I wrote a note and tied it to its leg and sent it off into the west. It said, "Eric- I'll be back," and it was signed: Corwin, Lord of Amber.

A demon wind propelled me east of the sun."