His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred
to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never
claimed to be a god. But then, he never claimed not to be a god. Circum-
stances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit.
Silence, though, could.
— Roger Zelazny
When you are about to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.
— Roger Zelazny, “Doorways in the Sand”
There are times when my words wander
off on their own and become lost
search as I might nothing comes forth
blank pages strewn across my desk
yield nothing more than frustration
an emptiness of useless thought
causing words to fly beyond reach
make me turn in desperation
and make use of another’s work
I place my hope on borrowed words
look for thoughts of my very own