I walked among Shadows, and found a race of furry creatures, dark and clawed and fanged, reasonably manlike, and about as intelligent as a freshman in the high school of your choice-sorry, kids, but what I mean is they were loyal, devoted, honest, and too easily screwed by bastards like me and my brother. I felt like the dee-jay of your choice.

Women writers have been told, forever, that our stories were not valuable. Not as valuable as men&#39;s stories about wars, business, power.

when something undesirable grows in my soul, I ask God to give me the same courage mercilessly to pluck it out.

That’s a subject as safe as being in favor of Christmas.

Written By Robert A. Heinlein

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