Jack Vance
Jack Vance
John Holbrook "Jack" Vancewas an American mystery, fantasy, and science fiction writer. Though most of his work has been published under the name Jack Vance, he also wrote 9 mystery novels using his full name John Holbrook Vance, three under the pseudonym Ellery Queen, and one each using the pseudonyms Alan Wade, Peter Held, John van See, and Jay Kavanse. Some editions of his published works give his year of birth as 1920...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth28 August 1916
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
It's just I wanted to get myself in a line of work where I didn't have a boss, where I didn't have to show up any place at any particular time.
I never made lots of money at it, but I sold enough.
It seems to limit you; when you're working in an office, you're a creature in a small cell under somebody's supervision and surveillance.
This flattery has been rather slow in coming. I think all of sudden late in life now I'm getting some credit for what I've done. Which is gratifying, but it's kind of a little late.
I don't have much vanity. I just know what I do. I just do because I'm capable of doing it and do it easily without any pretentiousness.
Sometimes some of these little side excursions are useful and I manage to fit them in the book somewhere.
These are just the tip of the iceberg, because I read and read and read. I read everything.
If religions are diseases of the human psyche, as the philosopher Grintholde asserts, then religious wars must be reckoned the resultant sores and cankers infecting the aggregate corpus of the human race. Of all wars, these are the most detestable, since they are waged for no tangible gain, but only to impose a set of arbitrary credos upon another's mind.
Freedom, privileges, options, must constantly be exercised, even at the risk of inconvenience.
A barbarian is not aware that he is a barbarian.
Good music always defeats bad luck
What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life.
While we are alive we should sit among colored lights and taste good wines, and discuss our adventures in far places; when we are dead, the opportunity is past.
I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.