To Die in Italbar Quotes

“Life is sufficiently furnished that one need not go looking about for extra guilt.”
― Roger Zelazny, To Die in Italbar

“Clouds, unrolling like carpets, spreading, trailing wisps and rag-ends, rushed towards a point near mid-heaven, dampening the dayblue sky to a pearl-gray from which the translucence slowly ebbed, as additional layers were healed above, banking, mounting higher, pressing lower, darkening, dining, hazing the outlines of trees and Rocky heights, transforming the lower figures of men and animals into shifting things a quarter of shadow and going for half, while the rains were yet withheld, the mists rolled and rose, dew came afresh to the grasses, windows were filmed and beaded, moisture collected, ran upon, dripped from leaves, sounds came distorted, as though the entire world had been bedded in cotton, birds flew near to the ground in their courses toward the hills, the wings died down and caressed, small animals paused, raised their muzzles, turned them slowly, shook themselves, cocked their heads, then moved was if seeking some hidden Ark, beyond the foothills, in the mist, above the places the searchers combed, and the thunder held its breath, the lightning stayed its stroke, the rain remained unshed, the temperature slipped downward, cloud feel upon cloud and, super drawn from the spectrum, the colors drained out of the world, leaving behind a newsreel frame or the impression of a cave, shadows sliding on it's farther walls, changing, irregular, wet.”
― Roger Zelazny, To Die in Italbar

“He felt her cold lips touch his eyes, like coins for Charon. After a time he heard her singing... The song was a piece of forever.”
― Roger Zelazny, To Die in Italbar

“Debit me, one Memento Mori”
― Roger Zelazny, To Die in Italbar

“This girl either brings out the worst in me or shuts me down completely. Not true. I did it myself. Still....”
― Roger Zelazny, To Die in Italbar

“Unless the giddy Heaven fall,
And Earth some new Convulsion tear;
And, us to joyn, the World should all
Be cramp'd into a Planisphere.”
― Roger Zelazny, To Die in Italbar