What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing.
Ursula K. Le GuinI had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
Ursula K. Le GuinLife rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other and are forever reborn. And with them, all is reborn, the flower of the apple tree, the light of the stars. In life is death. In death is rebirth. What then is life without death? Life unchanging, everlasting, eternal?-What is it but death-death without rebirth?
Ursula K. Le Guin