Falsehood is for a season.
You can't imbibe someone's success by f*cking them.
I once asked a young dissertation writer whether her suddenly grayed hair was due to ill health or personal tragedy; she answered: “It was the footnotes”.
There are plenty of images of women in science fiction. There are hardly any women.
Minority art, vernacular art, is marginal art. Only on the margins does growth occur.
Long before I became a feminist in any explicit way, I had turned from writing love stories about women in which women were losers, and adventure stories about men in which the men were winners, to writing adventure stories about a woman in which the woman won. It was one of the hardest things I ever did in my life.
I think we ought to decide that man-hating is not only respectable but honorable. To be a misandrist a woman needs considerable ingenuity, originality, and resilience. A misogynist requires no such resources.
After all, conflict arises, does it not, through the desire to be something, to be other than what is.
It's over. We've all been sentenced to die.
We've been living in difficult circumstances and we prepare ourselves for every possibility. But that doesn't mean if you're prepared things will be better ; it's going to get worse with any foolish strike or stupid war.
I don't think any of us felt like, "Oh, we need to put joke songs on the record. " If we found something funny, we would record it, and if we wanted to, we'd put it on the record. It's not really something we spent too much time agonizing over.