Judith Tarr

I don__ cry for humans. I cry for things that are so beautiful I just can__ 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__ ever thought or felt or been.

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.

If it were left to men, there'd be nothing in the world but mating and squabbling.

Most science fiction is based on our knowledge now and uses that to project the future.