The Left Hand of Darkness (Hainish Cycle, #4)

by Ursula K. Le Guin

In that noon sunlight he shone of his own light.

I put on my winter coat and went out for a walk, in a disagreeable mood, in a disagreeable world.

It is not altogether a bad thing to have criminal ancestors. An arsonist grandfather may bequeath one a nose for smelling smoke.

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.