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

We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.

After a long time spent learning how to write as a woman instead of as an honorary man, I was able to come back to Earthsea and write the next three books in another and newer tradition: that of questioning, rather than accepting, the gendering of power as male.

One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies.

Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.

My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.

As great scientists have said and as all children know, it is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception, and compassion, and hope.