Elegance is a small price to pay for enlightenment, and I was glad to pay it. - Ursula K. Le Guin

I think there is no way to write about being alone. To write is to tell something to somebody to communicate to others. . . . Solitude is noncommunication, the absence of others, the presence of a self sufficient to itself.

To be reborn one must die, Tenar. It is not so hard as it looks from the other side.

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.