Why is the measure of love loss?

We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like us. On a night like this, hands and faces hot, we can believe that tomorrow will show us angels in jars and that the well-known woods will suddenly reveal another path.

Meatspace still has some advantages for a carbon-based girl.

I think of love as a force of nature-as strog as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming,as drought-making as it is life-giving.

Always in my books, I like to throw that rogue element into a stable situation and then see what happens.

Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?

Creativity is on the side of health - it isn't the thing that drives us mad; it is the capacity in us that tries to save us from madness.