The artist deals in what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be sa… - Ursula K. Le Guin

Other people's stories may become part of your own, the foundation of it, the ground it goes on.

My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.

Light is the left hand of darkness
and darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying
together like lovers in kemmer,
like hands joined together,
like the end and the way.