I could end this with a moral, as if this were a fable about animals, though no fables are really about animals.
The threat to the planet is us. It’s actually not a threat to the planet – it’s a threat to us.
There is good and mediocre writing within every genre.
Genres aren’t closed boxes. Stuff flows back and forth across the borders all the time.
What you get is no longer what you see.
Yelling is a form of publishing.
Don’t wait until you’re ‘in the mood.’ Get into the mood by writing.
Does feminist mean large unpleasant person who’ll shout at you or someone who believes women are human beings. To me it’s the latter, so I sign up.
The act of making a photograph is less a question of what is being looked at than how.
The use of “religion” as an excuse to repress the freedom of expression and to deny human rights is not confined to any country or time.
Our problem right now is that we’re so specialized that if the lights go out, there are a huge number of people who are not going to know what to do. But within every dystopia there’s a little utopia.
I think the book you always like best is the one you’re about to write.
I have long since decided if you wait for the perfect time to write, you’ll never write. There is no time that isn’t flawed somehow.
You might ‘write from the heart,’ but you’d better polish with your brain.
Write down the thoughts and even more, write down a specific line. If you don’t, it’ll fly away forever.
My good intentions are completely lethal.
As with all knowledge, once you knew it, you couldn’t imagine how it was that you hadn’t known it before.
Don’t let the bastards grind you down. I repeat this to myself but it conveys nothing. You might as well say, Don’t let there be air; or Don’t be. I suppose you could say that.
I wait. I compose myself. My self is a thing I must now compose, as one composes a speech. What I must present is a made thing, not something born.
You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can’t get me out of the story. I’m the plot, babe, and don’t ever forget it.