Because I don't believe that it's really desirable to have security on a computer, I shouldn't be willing to help uphold the security regime.
I'm releasing myself from the responsibility of claiming to know when something is good and when it isn't.
It was not the case that one thing morphed into another, child into woman. You remained the person you were before things happened to you. The person you were when you thought a small cut string could determine the course of a year. You also became the person to whom certain things happened. Who passed into the realm where you no longer questioned the notion of being trapped in one form. You took on that form, that identity, hoped for its recognition from others, hoped someone would love it and you.
Every person has a range. In fiction, you get to be it all. I’m as much the men in my book as I am the women. I write how I write and there is no mission to stake a claim.
And here I arrive at my point. The point is that everyone has a different dream. The point is that it is a grave mistake to assume your dream is in any way shared, that it’s a common dream. Not only is it not shared, not common, there is no reason to assume that other people don’t find you and your dream utterly revolting.
I don't quite see the 20th century as one of chaos. But I believe in certain inevitable outcomes of a materialist nature.
I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.
Actors, said Granny, witheringly. As if the world weren't full of enough history without inventing more.
If someone doesn't know their Old Testament, they don't know right doctrine, right correction, and they can't be equipped for good works.
This is, in fact, the biggest show that Marvel television has ever taken on, in the animation world. We had a real challenge that was posed to us, and that was this little, tiny art-house movie that came out last year, that I don't know if you saw, called Marvel's The Avengers, written and directed by our friend Joss Whedon, and it really set the template.
[W]earisome as it may seem, women must realize that, in making a commitment to a man, they have merged in his unconscious with his mother and have therefore inherited the ambivalence of that relationship.