...wary as any burnt child with an unfamiliar fire to contend with.
The two men sat there together, in the kind of silence that's not empty because it has the thoughts of two longtime friends to fill it.
They are encumbered with secret pregnancies that never come to term. There are no terms, you don’t see. They drag their swollen brains about with them everywhere; hidden in pleats and drapes and cunni...
True, everything they’d done so far had failed. But they had learned things! What had happened to the idea of knowledge for the sake of knowledge? Truth for the sake of truth?
It was her favorite cup, emerald-green china with a rim of silver, and sturdy enough to drink from half awake without worrying that she'd crush it, the last unbroken one of a set used for company meal...
You cannot weave truth on a loom of lies.
Women are valued to the degree that they serve the needs of men.
There was no end to the inventiveness of men when their goal was to prove their mastery. It
First principle: there's no such thing as reality. We make it up by perceiving stimuli from the environment - external or internal - and making statements about it. Everybody perceives stuff, everybod...
Nazareth wasted no time in anything she did, and years of experience with her brood of nine had given her a firm way of bustling another person along that was impressive even to a professional nurse w...
No longer were there doctors of anthropology and physics and literature to offend the real doctors and confuse the public; they had put a stop to that, as they had put a stop to so many things that we...
Any beginning is also an ending, you know. You can't have just the one.
We are men, and human words are all we have: even the Word of God is composed actually of the words of men. (HUNTING THE DIVINE FOX, by Robert Farrar Capon,
A symbol is best answered by a symbol. Not by a . . . meat cleaver.
He stayed carefully away from the profs, he ran the data they gave him without allowing any of it to register in his memory—that’s what you have computers for, so you don’t have to put stuff in your o...
Confederation Day every blessed year on December 12.
But she would learn. Every woman was a prisoner for life; it was not some burden that she bore uniquely. She would have all the company she could ever need. *
There’s got to be something you can do with them, or they will literally drive you crazy. Women out of control are a curse—and if you don’t put a stop to it, you’ll regret it bitterly later on.
The language we use to describe and operate in the world affects the way we understand the world, our place in it, and our interactions with one another. Changing our language changes our world. This