And middle-class women, although taught to value established forms, are in the same position as the working class: neither can use established forms to express what the forms were never intended to express (and may very well operate to conceal).

Minority art, vernacular art, is marginal art. Only on the margins does growth occur.

When one culture has the big guns and the other has none, there is a certain predictablity about the outcome.

The trouble with men is that they have limited minds. That's the trouble with women, too.

Long before I became a feminist in any explicit way, I had turned from writing love stories about women in which women were losers, and adventure stories about men in which the men were winners, to writing adventure stories about a woman in which the woman won. It was one of the hardest things I ever did in my life.

As my mother once said: The boys throw stones at the frog in jest. But the frogs die in earnest.

Science fiction, as I mentioned before, writes about what is neither impossible nor possible; the fact is that, when the question of possibility comes up in science fiction, the author can only reply that nobody knows. We haven't been there yet. We haven't discovered that yet. Science fiction hasn't happened.