You can understand why a system would seek information - but why in hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood? Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?

You can understand why a system would seek information - but why in hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood? Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?

I've had too many experiences in my life of being the first woman in some damned occupation.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

Being, I imagine, must be very simple. It is Becoming which is so messy and which I am all for.

Any chance beats no chance.

Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature.