“ If it were left to men, there'd be nothing in the world but mating and squabbling. ”
Agni was her brother and she loved him, and he often understood her, but he was a man. In the end he thought as a man thinks, of owning and mastering.
~ Judith Tarr
I don’t cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can’t stand it, like Bonnie in front of me, all crusty from rolling in the sand, with a mouthful of half-chewed hay and eyes that knew everything I’d ever thought or felt or been.
Most science fiction is based on our knowledge now and uses that to project the future.
