Marty Adamsmith

“Wasn’t it immoral to do work you didn’t enjoy?”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

“In the night one of them cried out aloud, dreaming. The other one reached his arm out sleepily, muttering reassurance, and the blind warm weight of his touch outweighed all fear.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

“She took his arm. He stopped short, as if her touch had electrocuted him on the spot.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

“As far as the eye can see the infertile desert lies in the pitiless glare of the merciless sun, a lifeless, trackless, feckless, fuckless waste strown with the bones of luckless wayfarers. . .”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed