How much real information is available to ordinary, nongovernment, nonmilitary, nonspecialist, nonrich people? What does 'classified' mean? What do shredders shred? What does money buy? In a State, even a democracy, where power is hierarchic, how can you prevent the storage of information from becoming yet another source of power to the powerful—another piston in the great machine?
"Always Coming Home" – Ursula K. Le Guin (p. 316)
Shit just got real. A little further down the page, there's a passage that can be read as Le Guin breaking the fourth wall and critiquing her writing of this very text, and then the other character in the dialogue says, "You can't talk that way!" and the potential Le Guin stand-in is like, "True."
I don't think I've ever read a book quite like this.