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Some assholes, somewhere: Women are ruining science fiction!

Mary Shelley: Hold my absinthe.

Philip K. Dick must be mad as hell right now.

“I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.”

― Roger Zelazny, The Courts of Chaos

I live in a UFO that got stuck in a tree.

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The more I think about it, the more I regret not having a destination wedding.

I would've sent everyone to Idaho, or some random place like that. And whenever anyone asked why, I would just look at them dead in the face and say "I don't know."

ONE MORE: Dickens would haunt your ass with the Ghost of Christmas Murder.

Thoreau would drown you in Walden Pond.

Emily Dickinson would find a way to keep you isolated for the rest of your life.

Hunter S. Thompson: WE STOPPED IN BAT COUNTRY!

I think I’m done.

Shakespeare would probably be kind enough to let you choose your own tragedy.

E.B. White: You’re never, ever stop crying.

Stephen King? Don’t ask me. You’re just plain fucked.

Neil Gaiman would whimsy you to death, then harvest your soul.

Please stop me from continuing. God help us all.

Ray Bradbury would just sit you down and zealously but poetically ramble on about colonizing Mars for like four hours.

Nathaniel Hawthorne? I hope you like A’s, because a ten ton red one is about to crush you.

And Byron? He’d mope you to death. And Percy Shelley would drown you.

What, too soon? Too much late-Romantic melodrama and tragedy?

Ginsberg would obviously howl, shattering glass around him. Kerouac would just run you over with a car.

I wish that there was a version of Mortal Kombat, except with writers.

Mary Shelley’s finishing move is obvious. So is Poe’s. Philip K. Dick makes you spend the rest of your life questioning whether you exist or not. If you get taken down by James Joyce, you can only speak a confusing but beautiful language.

Some assholes, somewhere: Women are ruining science fiction!

Mary Shelley: Hold my absinthe.

Philip K. Dick must be mad as hell right now.

It's important for little girls to have positive female role models. That's why I have the confidence to walk into museums and just take stuff. Gobs and gobs of stuff. And nobody can catch me because they're too busy with those damn world almanacs.

Thank you, Carmen Sandiego, for making me the woman I am today.

Are you there, Bea Arthur? It's me, Fidget.

What’s your definition of a Technomancer?

I hate to break the bad news, but you’re all living in your own private Idaho.