Oedipa stood in the living room, stared at by the greenish dead eye of the TV tube, spoke the name of God, tried to feel as drunk as possible. But this did not work.

If you feel the need to change me in order for you to like me, then I dont think you deserve to be graced by my presence.

I&#39;m drawn to provocative characters that find themselves in extreme situations. And I think I&#39;m drawn to that consistently.

Isn't it possible, he wondered, for one person to love another without trying to own each other? Or is that buried so deep in our genes that we can never get it out? Territoriality.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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