I mentioned Le Guin in my previous post. I did feel guilty about wanting something extra from her books, and feel more guilty today. Her writing moved me, and more as I matured and began to appreciate our mortality.
Ruth mailed me a line from the Lathe of Heaven this afternoon.
"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