
Avram Davidson
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Biography
Avram Davidson was an American writer of fantasy fiction, science fiction, and crime fiction, as well as the author of many stories that do not fit into a genre niche. He won a Hugo Award and three World Fantasy Awards in the science fiction and fantasy genres, a World Fantasy Life Achievement award, and an Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine short story award and an Edgar Award in the mystery genre.
"When the records of our civilization are balanced, then—but perhaps not before—the real importance of dental science will be appreciated. Now it is merely valued at the moment of toothache."
"Well, rather an ague than a pox. A pox is something one wishes on editors…strange breed, editors. The females all have names like Lulu Ammabelle Smith or Minnie Lundquist Bloom, and the males have little horns growing out of their brows."
"In general I find little girls enchanting. What a shame they grow up to be big girls and make our lives as miserable as we allow them, and oft-times more."
"Bloodgood Bixbee knew nothing about art, but he knew what he didn’t like."
"Things were seldom what they seemed. People feared to tempt powers spiritual or temporal or illegal by displays of well being, and the brick screens in from of (or behind, depending on whether one were going in or going out) the doors blocked both the gaze of the curious and the path of demons. Demons can travel only in straight lines; it is the sons of men whose ways are devious."
"Things oughtn’t to be the way they are, altogether. But letting a madman burn down the barn is no way to improve them."
"Tell him you’ll pay any fine within reason. That dragon-cod can’t even read his own name unless it’s written in gold ink."
"There was an inn...which kept no register of...a number of seamstresses and tailors who lacked time and place and perhaps inclination to weave the cloths they cut and sewed, depending instead on the activities of those who preferred not to vex the original owners with the tiresome bookkeeping inseparable from purchase."
"The beast is always doomed. It’s better to face the fact honestly and not pretty it up with a lot of lies about blowing off steam and reducing tensions and getting rid of this and that, acting out anxieties, moment of truth. Piddle. There’s an ancient word, I don’t know what language it is. Bazazz. All those arguments are a lot of bazazz. Unless you’re wiping out vermin or hunting for meat to eat, the man who kills animals does so because he likes to kill. And people who like to watch do so because they like to see things being killed."
"The instructor-Na has observed in the Na 14 tendencies toward an archaic and dangerous quality to which the ancients gave the name personal ambition."
"Life continued, the wheel turned, the earth moved, and even death—that delightful biological necessity—was an aspect of life."
"He who has slain one, will he abstain from slaying many?"
"The short man was all of a piece, but there was nothing reassuring in this; it was a piece of the same material that too many high school principals, boys’ camp directors, and military and naval officers are made of: a texture or quality often dignified by the description, “ability to command”—the desire to bully, override, bear down—the capacity to do so by virtue of office—the habit of having done so for a long time and the confidence of continuing to do so for a long time."
"“The fact that you know the questions,” he said, a mite grudgingly, “tends to make me think you might really know the answers.”"
"“Follow me, men! I’m right behind you!”"
"No greed was comparable to the appeal of self-sacrifice."
"Recall the instructor at the Academy: “What is Man, young aspirants? Man is an animal that trades…”"
"A querulous whine that was almost a question was succeeded by a deep gobble that was almost an answer."
"“Drew a knife on us,” one muttered, with the sullen rage of the bully who feels wronged when resisted."
"Hmm...hmm. A stag hunt. To what elaborate lengths the equestrian classes go in order to draw out the simple business of butchering venison."
"Where there is no bread, there is no philosophy."
"“There may be someone here who knows less about all this than I do,” Clemens said, “but I can’t imagine who.”"
"Surely you’ll at least see the Temple? Respect all religions, is my motto, believe in none. Sensible principle. Still, you know, must say, after all, two thousand beautiful priestesses! All ready, willing, able—and I must say—dextrous!— to do their best to inspire male worshippers with love for their goddess, hah-hah!"
"Rumor, I fear, is scarcely as accurate as he is rapid."
"But the Red Man denied that time, though it must always be paid for, could always be paid for in money."