Absolutes are absolutely dangerous.

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

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

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?

Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

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

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