If a book were written all in numbers, it would be true. It would be just. Nothing said in words ever came out quite even. Things in words got twisted and ran together, instead of staying straight and fitting together. But underneath the words, at the center, like the center of the Square, it all came out even. Everything could change, yet nothing would be lost. If you saw the numbers you could see that, the balance, the pattern. You saw the foundations of the world. And they were solid.

The reader can't take much for granted in a fiction where the scenery can eat the characters.

Absolute freedom is absolute responsibility.

You must come to terms with your wholeself. the wholeness which exceeds all our virtue and all our vice.

Science fiction is not predictive; it is descriptive.... Prediction is the business of prophets, clairvoyants, and futurologists. It is not the business of novelists. A novelist's business is lying.... Open your eyes; listen, listen. That is what the novelists say. But they don't tell you what you will see and hear. All they can tell you is what they have seen and heard, in their time in this world, a third of it spent in sleep and dreaming, another third of it spent in telling lies.

Yet we were rescued by that fancy, and saved by a myth.

Her work, I really think her work is finding what her real work is and doing it, her work, her own work, her being human, her being in the world.