Ursula K. Le Guin

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A man sleeps in a reclining chair under a brass dream apparatus as a bearded doctor watches the dials, a rainy city glowing beyond the window. — Original artwork

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

Ursula K. Le Guin

A woman reads curled up in a window seat of a book-lined room at night, a starlit forested valley outside. — Original artwork

We read books to find out who we are.

Ursula K. Le Guin