Nothing but machines left between people. Telephones, taxis, letters, the discarded automata of the modern love affair. (p63) - Joanna Russ

The impulse behind fantasy I find to be dissatisfaction with literary realism. Realism leaves out so much.

After a while you tame your interior monsters, it's only natural. I don't mean that it ever stops; but it stops mattering. (p8)

middle-class women, although taught to value established forms, are in the same position as the working class: neither can use established forms to express what the forms were never intended to express (and may very well operate to conceal).