Philip Jose Farmer Quotes

Reader, Pray That Soon This Iron Age Will Crumble, And Beauty Escape The Rusting Cage.

Nature Is An Experimenter.

Miles Above The Earth We Know , Fancy's Rocket Roars. Below, Here And Now Are Needles Which Sew A Pattern Black As Pitch, Waiting For The Rocket's Light.

Confucius Once Said That A Bear Could Not Fart At The North Pole Without Causing A Big Wind In Chicago.

Burton, Though An Infidel, Made It His Business To Investigate Thoroughly Every Religion. Know A Man's Faith , And You Knew At Least Half The Man. Know His Wife, And You Knew The Other Half.

One Thing Is Sure, O Comrades, That The Love That Fights To Keep Us Rooted In The Earth, But Also Urges Us To Dare The Stars, This Irresistible, This Ancient Power Wedged In The Soul, Unshakable, Is The Light That Burns Our Roots And Leaves Us Free For Space.

Dreams Haunted The Riverworld.

Prometheus, I Have No Titan's Might, Yet I, Too, Must Each Dusk Renew My Heart, For Daytime's Vulture Talons Tear Apart The Tender Alcoves Built By Love At Night.

The Truth Is That Trout, Like Vonnegut And Ray Bradbury And Many Others, Writes Parables. These Are Set In Frames Which Have Become Called, For No Good Reason, Science Fiction. A Better Generic Term Would Be 'future Fairy Tales'. And Even This Is Objectionable, Since Many Science Fiction Stories Take Place In The Present Or The Past, Far And Near.

Call Me Meier," Goring Said, But He Did Not Pause To Explain The Joke .

By Now You Must Have Accepted The Fact That Your Religion , In Fact, None Of The Earthly Religions, Truly Knew What The Afterlife Would Be. All Made Guesses, And Then Established These As Articles Of Faith . Though, In A Sense, Some Were Near The Mark, If You Accept Their Revelations As Symbolic .

Sawbeaked Epitome Of Bodiless Idea, Tossed By Gusts Of Ether, Dive Through Abstract Mists And Raid The Sea Of Fact Eat Rich Strange Fish, Grow Long Bright Feathers, Press Form's Flesh Around Thought's Rib, And So Derive From The Act Of Beauty, Beauty Of The Act.