“It is June. I am used to being
a certain kind of alone.““The Black Saint & The Sinner Lady & The Dead & The Truth“ by Morgan Parker, in Harper’s Magazine
“They had been married seven months. They said nothing of any importance. They washed up the dishes and went to bed. In bed, they made love. Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new. When it was made, they lay in each other’s arms, holding love, asleep.”— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
