Riders of the Purple Wage Quotes

“I'm a queer crabbed old man, pent like Merlin in his tree trunk. Samolxis, the Thracian bear god, hibernating in his cave. The Last of the Seven Sleepers.”
― Philip José Farmer, Riders of the Purple Wage

“Little eggs within bigger eggs within great eggs within a megamonolith on a planetary pear within an ovoid universe, the latest cosmogony indicating that infinity has the form of a hen's fruit. God broods over the abyss and cackles every trillion years or so.”
― Philip José Farmer, Riders of the Purple Wage

“Rouged green lips part like a gangrened wound.”
― Philip José Farmer, Riders of the Purple Wage

“A gray-pink salmon leaping up the falls of night
Into the spawning pool of another day.

Dawn-the red roar of the heliac bull
Charging over the horizon.

The photonic blood of bleeding night,
Stabbed by the assassin sun.”
― Philip José Farmer, Riders of the Purple Wage