No doors were locked, few shut. There were no disguises and no advertisements. It was all there, all the work, all the life of the city, open to the … - Ursula K. Le Guin

If one believes that words are acts, as I do, then one must hold writers responsible for what their words do.

A man would know the end he goes to, but he cannot know it if he does not turn, and return to his beginning, and hold that beginning in his being. If he would not be a stick whirled and whelmed in the stream, he must be the stream itself, all of it, from its spring to its sinking in the sea.

Some dreams tell us what we wish to believe. Some dreams tell us what we fear. Some dreams are of what we know though we may not know we knew it. The rarest dream is the dream that tells us what we have not known.