Dancy closes her eyes, remembering all the times that have been so much worse than this, all the horror and shame and sorrow to give her strength. Th… - Caitlín R. Kiernan

Listen: Love your fiction, even if you hate the act of creating that fiction, love the stories to a fault. Cry at your tragedies, laugh at your jokes, rejoice at your character's victories — or give it all up and go knit a damned sweater, instead.

Sempre fui mulher, Imp. Os hormônios e a cirurgia não me modificaram de uma coisa para outra. Por isso odeio a expressão 'troca de sexo'. Ela é enganosa. Ninguém nunca trocou meu sexo. Eles simplesmente deixaram a carne mais em linha com a minha mente.

I inspect everything more closely, and there is about every surface — the river, the forest, the bark of the trees, the underbrush between them, even my own skin — there is about it all the unmistakable texture of linen stretched and framed. And this is when I feel the camel’s hair brush and the oil paint dabbing tenderly, meticulously, at the space below my navel.