Willow

“But will you drag civilization down into the mud? cried the shocked decent people, later on, and she had tried for years to explain to them that if all you had was mud, then if you were God you made it into human beings, and if you were human you tried to make it into houses where human beings could live. But nobody who thought he was better than mud would understand.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters

“A proper body’s not an object, not an implement, not a belonging to be admired, it’s just you, yourself. Only when it’s no longer you, but yours, a thing owned, do you worry about it— Is it in good shape? Will it do? Will it last?”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters

“I am coherent, mysterious, and solid. I sit on dirt in sunlight between the live oaks. Once I was a sun, again I will be dark. Now I am between those great things for a while along with other people, here in the Valley.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, Always Coming Home: A Novel

“If you wanted to come home you had to keep going on, that was what she meant when she wrote “True journey is return,”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters