The albino found himself brooding upon the nature of all unholy bargains, of his own dependency upon the hellsword Stormbringer, of his willingness to summon supernatural aid without thought of any sp...
For this was the other thing that Elric knew: that to compromise with Tyranny is always to be destroyed by it. The sanest and most logical choice lay always in resistance.
And you, Prince Elric? She attracted the albino's wandering attention. Do you know his story? Elric shook his head. I only know, he said, that he is a shape-changer and, that most cursed of souls, a p...
And now, Elric had told three lies. The first concerned his cousin Yyrkoon. The second concerned the Black Sword. The third concerned Cymoril. And upon those three lies was Elric's destiny to be built...
Elric knew that everything that existed had its opposite. In danger he might find peace. And yet, of course, in peace there was danger. Being an imperfect creature in an imperfect world he would alway...
We must be bound to one another then, Elric murmured despairingly. Bound by hell-forged chains and fate-haunted circumstance. Well, then—let it be thus so—and men will have cause to tremble and flee w...
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?
The subtlest lie of all is the full truth.
There was no more dangerous kind of madman than one who devoted a good brain and a courageous heart to unhealthy ambitions.
Time is a dream - or a nightmare - from which there is never any waking. We who travel in Time are dreamers who occasionally share a common experience.
Remember! she called, as she followed him up the narrow ladders towards the bridge. It is only a matter of scale and experience. You are not a fraction of the whole. You are a version of the whole! Ti...
Is the prisoner a prisoner because he lives in a cage or because he knows that he lives in a cage?
Man may trust man, Prince Elric, but perhaps we'll never have a truly sane world until men learn to trust mankind. That would mean the death of magic, I think.
I think of myself as a bad writer with big ideas, but I'd rather be that than a big writer with bad ideas.
Therefore it seemed a dreadful injustice that these wise races should perish at the hands of creatures who were still little more than animals. It was as if vultures feasted on and squabbled over the...
We would all be better off dead, useless eaters of the lotus that we are.
Who told you that the world was just?’ Elric
I have hated hypocrisy and deception all my life, yet all my life I have been victim to it. That is the terrible irony.
Yet without Chaos there would be no Creation, and perhaps no Creator. That is the simple truth of all existence, Lord Elric. The promise of immortality.
We were all serious readers, sitting on wooden chairs at rows of lecterns, turning the pages, united in mutual love of isolation.