Utopias are boring. Distopias on the other hand, are interesting.

The denizens of Citizens Service Houses are not, as a rule, gifted with a lot of common sense, but they often make up for that by being extremely argumentative and vindictive.

My temperament is not inclined toward more self-promotion than is absolutely necessary for my professional well-being.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

It has been suggested that Tiptree is female, a theory that I find absurd, for there is to me something ineluctably masculine about Tiptree’s writing. I don’t think the novels of Jane Austen could have been written by a man nor the stories of Ernest Hemingway by a woman, and in the same way I believe the author of the James Tiptree stories is male.

One defining symptom of decadence is a fondness for vast and nonsensical extravagance.

There are true unseen forces, but not nearly so many as we believe, nor would they rule us so sternly if we did not admit them to our souls. We would not be assailed half so often by devils, had we not taken the trouble to invent so many of them.