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.

I find the world and all it contains extremely fascinating. Is this sinful?

To devote oneself to vigilance when the enemy is an imaginary one is idle, and to congratulate oneself for looking long and well for a foe that is not coming is foolish and sinful. My life has been a waste.

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

Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.

Men of great spirit are at high risk at a time when small souls rule the world.

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