Rob

“I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one’s country; is it hate of one’s uncountry? Then it’s not a good thing.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“I’m sorry, sir”—he sure made it sound like it pained him to call me “sir”—“but I can only let in residents and guests.” “That’s me,” I said. “I’m a guest. So I guess we’re all done down here.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“Fine,” I said. “So our girl, the hero of our story—” “Heroine,” he said. “No, I haven’t got any,” I said.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones

“waiting for the breathers to leave. I felt betrayed. Someone clapped me on the back paternally. “It had to be done, Jones.” I didn’t know him. “Get fucked,” I replied.”
― Stephen Kozeniewski, Braineater Jones