Edmund Cooper (1926 – 1982)
English poet and prolific writer of speculative fiction, romances, technical essays, several detective stories, and a children's book.
In a fantastic world, the fantastic had become merely ordinary.
What is god but an extension of the ego - a sort of megalomania by proxy?
Only the absurd could have any bearing on reality.
A man must either fall or rise in adversity.
On earth there are frontiers, in the sky there are none.
How does one objectively define madness ?
I believe our only hope of immortality lies in our actions, in what we do to and for others, and in our children.
But in adversity, intelligence alone cannot sustain hope. Ultimately, hope can be sustained only by finding purpose in adversity, by imposing a pattern on the fortuitous disasters of existence. Human beings, if force to it, will compromise their intelligence to preserve their hope.
But some children have clearer vision than adults.
For death is only a loss of radiance , and birth is only the beginning of a separate journey.
Those who look for death have to wait patiently till death finds those who look.
The journey is what matters.
It is the nature of men to act negatively but to dream and hope positively.
It is not in the nature of man to accept permanent failure.
Behind the apparent unreason there is reason.
In some way the material universe appears to be passing away like a tale that is told, dissolving into nothingness like a vision.
Destiny knows no favorites.
All living things sustain each other. All living things depend upon death not as an end, an absolute completion, but as a beginning of a new rhythm, a way of fulfillment in passing on the restless force of life.
Cultures and societies consumed each other, as well as animals and men.
I am rebelling against imprisonment, I am rebelling against tyranny of the mind, I am rebelling against a collection of machines with interchangeable faces. Above all, I am rebelling against my own ignorance and your deliberate deception.