I have decided that the trouble with print is, it never changes its mind.

The preservation of life seems to be rather a slogan than a genuine goal of the anti-abortion forces; what they want is control. Control over behavior: power over women. Women in the anti-choice movement want to share in male power over women, and do so by denying their own womanhood, their own rights and responsibilities.

Fire and fear, good servants, bad lords.

I think hard times are coming. We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries, the realists of a larger reality.

And he began to see the truth, that Ged had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by any power other than himself, and whose life therefore is lived for life's sake and never in the service of ruin, or pain, or hatred, or the dark.

If you want your writing to be taken seriously, don't marry and have kids, and above all, don't die. But if you have to die, commit suicide. They approve of that.

O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.