"Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on."
—from The Dispossessed, by Urlsula K. Le Guin
"Don’t shove me into your damn pigeonhole, where I don’t fit, because I’m all over. My tentacles are coming out of the pigeonhole in all directions."
—also Urlsula K. Le Guin
What are the walls and pigeonholes that we confront? How do we face them, climb them, crawl through them, tear them down?