
“Great novelists are philosopher novelists — that is, the contrary of thesis-writers.”
The Myth of Sisyphus (1942), An Absurd Reasoning
Source: The Rock that Is Higher (1993)
“Great novelists are philosopher novelists — that is, the contrary of thesis-writers.”
The Myth of Sisyphus (1942), An Absurd Reasoning
in Hartwell ed. The World Treasury of Science Fiction, p. 268 (originally published in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, October 1958)
The Men Who Murdered Mohammed (1958)
INTERVIEW WITH AUTHOR DEBBIE DADEY https://rhyskeller.com/debbie-dadey-author-interview/ (February 13, 2018)
“And this is often just a first step down a perilous path.”
2015, Remarks to the People of Africa (July 2015)
Context: I have to also say that Africa’s democratic progress is also at risk when leaders refuse to step aside when their terms end. […] When a leader tries to change the rules in the middle of the game just to stay in office, it risks instability and strife -- as we’ve seen in Burundi. And this is often just a first step down a perilous path. And sometimes you’ll hear leaders say, well, I'm the only person who can hold this nation together. If that's true, then that leader has failed to truly build their nation. […] Nobody should be president for life. And your country is better off if you have new blood and new ideas. I'm still a pretty young man, but I know that somebody with new energy and new insights will be good for my country. It will be good for yours, too, in some cases.
“…there are no wrong turns, only unexpected paths.”
Source: The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have
“There is nothing so powerful as truth — and often nothing so strange.”
Argument on the murder of Captain White (1830)
"Down Among the Dead Men", Swamp Thing Annual #2, 1985
Swamp Thing (1983–1987)
In Pursuit of Valis: Selections from the Exegesis (1991)
Context: I am a fictionalizing philosopher, not a novelist; my novel and story-writing ability is employed as a means to formulate my perception. The core of my writing is not art but truth. Thus what I tell is the truth, yet I can do nothing to alleviate it, either by deed or explanation. Yet this seems somehow to help a certain kind of sensitive troubled person, for whom I speak. I think I understand the common ingredient in those whom my writing helps: they cannot or will not blunt their own intimations about the irrational, mysterious nature of reality, and, for them, my corpus of writing is one long ratiocination regarding this inexplicable reality, an investigation and presentation, analysis and response and personal history. My audience will always be limited to those people.