Harlan Ellison is an illustrious American writer, novelist and essayist considered as one of the most eminent writers ever in the genre of speculative fiction. Renowned for his short stories, the creative writer has also expressed his thoughts, opinions and views on subjects close to his heart through essays, screenplays, teleplays, novellas and comic book scripts. He has also been an anthologist and editor for ‘Dangerous Visions’ and ‘Again, Dangerous Vision’ which are two science fiction anthologies. He has also bagged in a number of awards and accolades including ‘Edgars’, ‘Hugos’ and ‘Nebulas’. We have accumulated some notable quotes and sayings by the science fiction and fantasy author which have been excerpted from his writings, novels, books, essays, interviews, public utterances and life. Presenting some famous quotable quotes and thoughts by Harlan Ellison on thinking, God, belief, straight, scream, ignorance, funny, tunnels, wind, stupid, world, imbeciles, powerful, philosophy, stars, war, memories etc.
I will use big words from time to time, the meanings of which I may only vaguely perceive, in hopes such cupidity will send you scampering to your dictionary: I will call such behavior 'public service'.
K is for "Kenghis Khan"; He was a very nice person. History has no record of him. There is a moral in that, somewhere.
Be careful of monsters with teeth
To say more is to say less.
Thus, from admiration of one wise and innocent child, and from a misheard remark, the process that not even Aristotle could codify was triggered.
Where do you get your ideas?
I purposely mishear things.
Possibly the only dismaying aspect of excellence is that it makes living in a world of mediocrity an ongoing prospect of living hell.
Who wants a library full of books you've already read?
Because the chief commodity a writer has to sell is his courage. And if he has none, he is more than a coward. He is a sellout and a fink and a heretic, because writing is a holy chore.
Gods can do anything. They fear nothing: they are gods. There is one rule, one Seal of Solomon that can confound a god, and to which all gods pay service, to the letter: when belief in a god dies, the god dies.
The city lay cool and dim beneath a vaulting sky of high-scudding gray clouds. A gray shroud that covered the corpses of buildings, stiff in brick-and-steel rigor mortis, pale in their eternity of sooty death.
If you put your hand in my pocket, you’ll drag back six inches of bloody stump.