Jo Walton

the knowledge that change can be frightening, that responsibility can, but that the answer to that is not refusing to change or to accept responsibility.

I had said that Le Guin's worlds were real because her people were so real, and he said yes, but the people were so real because they were the people the worlds would have produced. If you put Ged to grow up on Anarres or Shevek in Earthsea, they would be the same people, the backgrounds made the people, which of course you see all the time in mainstream fiction, but it's rare in SF.

I care more about the people in books than the people I see every day.

If you love books enough, books will love you back.

It doesn't matter. I have books, new books, and I can bear anything as long as there are books.

I'm only fifteen. I'm not sure I ever want to get married. I'm neither messing around while waiting nor looking for some "real thing". What I want is much more complicated. I want somebody to talk about books, who would be my friend, and why couldn't we have sex as well if we wanted to? (And used contraception.) I'm not looking for romance. Lord Peter and Harriet would seem a pretty good model to me. I wonder if Wim has read Sayers?

They could take the money from building enough nukes to kill all the Russians in the world and give it to libraries. What good does an independent nuclear deterrent do Britain, compared to the good of libraries?

Libraries really are wonderful. They're better than bookshops, even. I mean bookshops make a profit on selling you books, but libraries just sit there lending you books quietly out of the goodness of their hearts.

It's wrong for libraries to have limited budgets.

Trees are what paper was, and wants to be.

The worst of anything she could do to me would be to make me like her. That's why I ran away.

Interlibrary loans are a wonder of the world and a glory of civilization. Libraries really are wonderful. They__e better than bookshops, even. I mean bookshops make a profit on selling you books, but libraries just sit there lending you books quietly out of the goodness of their hearts.

Interlibrary loans are a wonder of the world and a glory of civilization.

My mother was a pathetic patchwork witch who had used magic so much to meddle in her own life that she had no integrity left and was nothing but a coil of hatreds consuming themselves in futility. We had already hedged her power, with the help of the fairies.

In reality, while we aim for excellence, we're always living on somebody's dunghill.

I hate those Socratic dialogues where everything gets drawn out at the pace of an excessively logical snail.

I found myself being helped down to the car. That sort of help is actually a hindrance. If you ever see someone with a walking stick, that stick, and their arm, are actually a leg.

In the end, I sold my soul." he had said, and Abby had replied "That wasn__ the end.