Best 22 quotes of James Tiptree Jr. on MyQuotes

All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.

Any chance beats no chance.

Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature.

Being, I imagine, must be very simple. It is Becoming which is so messy and which I am all for.

Certainly my inner world will never be a peaceful place of bloom; it will have some peace, and occasional riots of bloom, but always a little fight going on too. There is no way I can be peacefully happy in this society and in this skin. I am committed to Uneasy Street. I like it; it is my idea that this street leads to the future, and that I am being true to a way of life which is not here yet, but is more real than what is here.

Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

good is too often allied with vulnerability and evil with power.

I am one of those that always get accidentally guillotined when the Great Day of Liberation comes, because ... I guess ... I am full of parentheses. Revolutions can't abide parentheses.

I cannot teach -- if I teach as teaching should be I become so exhausted I nearly die, I seem to have no middle gear.

I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.

Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.

The only way I can possibly heat my so-called mind up to working temperature is to imagine I'm talking to someone I admire.

You can understand why a system would seek information - but why in hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood? Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

A love that is not sated Calls from a poisoned bed; Where monsters half-created writhe, unliving and undead. None knows for what they’re fated; None knows on what they’ve fed.

Before he could lose courage he flung himself back and slammed his sleep-inducer to full theta.

Hope is a terrible thing, it brings fear that the hope won’t be realized. Suppress the fear and it surfaces as symbol.

It’s an overreaction, my dear. History goes by swings. People overreact and pass harsh unrealistic laws which attempt to stamp out an essential social process. When this happens, the people who understand have to carry on as best they can until the pendulum swings back.

the neat sign which for so long had read, THE CENTRAL PROBLEM OF OUR LIVES IS GARBAGE. PLEASE CLEAN YOUR SERVERS, has been changed: someone has taped over GARBAGE and lettered BEAUTY.

When one man kills his wife you call it murder, but when enough do it we call it a life-style