Edmund Cooper (1926 – 1982)
English poet and prolific writer of speculative fiction, romances, technical essays, several detective stories, and a children's book.
Thus, ultimately, there never could be an absolute end; just as there never could have been an absolute beginning. There could only be a continuous unfolding.
There comes a time when a men desires to rise above fear.
All fanaticism springs from the religious impulse.
But it may be that there is happiness in the very things we rejected - in work and responsibility. In the rearing of children and in the challenge of permanent love.
The real struggle is between order and anarchy.
There is only the eternal serial moment of now. It contains the total pattern, the complete history.
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.
Cultures and societies consumed each other, as well as animals and men.
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.
Destiny knows no favorites.
In some way the material universe appears to be passing away like a tale that is told, dissolving into nothingness like a vision.
Behind the apparent unreason there is reason.
It is not in the nature of man to accept permanent failure.
It is the nature of men to act negatively but to dream and hope positively.
The journey is what matters.
In a fantastic world, the fantastic had become merely ordinary.
For death is only a loss of radiance , and birth is only the beginning of a separate journey.
But some children have clearer vision than adults.
Those who look for death have to wait patiently till death finds those who look.
The colour of the skin is less important than the spirit wich moves it.