There are times when the world is rearranging itself, and at times like that, the right words can change the world.
But in the meantime I became accustomed to the writing life and it would be hard to change now - partly because of the salary cut if I went to my other love, teaching; and partly because I still have stories to tell, even though it isn't all that fun doing the work anymore.
The billion billion paths of his life lay open before him, waiting for his first choices, for the first changes in the world around him to eliminate a million futures every second.
You just refuse to leave them alone until they change their minds. Of their own free will.
The ways of love are strange and hard: the love you want is always barred; the love you have you want to change. The ways of love are hard and strange.
To say what's in their hearts, regardless of shame. It doesn't change what they feel, what they want. It just helps.. Loosen them up.
Wouldn't it have been better to change humanity so it no longer desired to destroy itself?
That's one of those questions, whether human beings are really capable of change, or if all seeming changes are really a matter of framing the existing character in a different moral situation.
You can't change what you don't understand.
What sort of arrogance did she have, even to imagine reaching back into the past and making changes? Who am I, she thought, if I dare to answer prayers intended for the gods?