Phoenix Ocean

“He was clearly aware of only one thing, his own total isolation. The world had fallen out from under him, and he was left alone.

To die is to lose the self and rejoin the rest. He had kept himself, and lost the rest.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia

“Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe the point of writing wasn't just to record something past but also to prolong the present, like in One Thousand and One Nights, to stretch out the time until the next thing happened.”
― Elif Batuman, The Idiot

“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven