110 Quotes by Michael Moorcock

It was in that year when the fashion in cruelty demanded not only the crucifixion of peasant children, but a similar fate for their household animals, that I first met Lucifer and was transported into Hell; for the Prince of Darkness wished to strike a bargain with me.

We were all serious readers, sitting on wooden chairs at rows of lecterns, turning the pages, united in mutual love of isolation.

Heroes betray us. By having them, in real life, we betray ourselves.

Corum knew that he was mad, in Vadhagh terms. But he supposed that he was sane enough in Mabden terms. And this was, after all, now a Mabden world. He must learn to accept its peculiar disorders as normal, if he were going to survive.

Trapped. Sinking. Can't be myself. Made into what other people expect. Is that everyone's fate? Were the great individualists the products of their friends who wanted a great individualist as a friend?

Time is the enemy of identity

I think of myself as a bad writer with big ideas, but I'd rather be that than a big writer with bad ideas.

Why should their pain produce such marvelous beauty? he wonders. Or is all beauty created through pain? Is that the secret of great art, both human and Melnibonen?

A moment later, the world's first all-purpose human being strode eastward, whistling.'A tasty world,' it reflected cheerfully. 'A very tasty world.''You said it, Cornelius!