"How does one hate a country, or love one? I know people, I know towns, farms, hills, and rivers, and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset falls in autumn on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the names ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry?" -The Left Hand of Darkness
- Wao!!! Who is she????
17-Mar-2010 8:56 pm