Max Ernst, The Forest, 1935
“We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.”
“It is hard to meet a stranger. Even the greatest extravert meeting even the meekest stranger knows a certain dread, though he may
not know he knows it. Will he make a fool of me wreck my image of myself invade me destroy me change me? Yes, that he will. There's
the terrible thing: the strangeness of the stranger.”
“This was a great magic. Festin had no more performed it than has any man who in exile or danger longs for the earth and waters of
his home, seeing and yearning over the doorsill of his house, the table where he has eaten, the branches outside the window of the
room where he has slept. Only in dreams do any but the great Mages realize this magic of going home.”
“Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing”
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters, short stories, 1964 - 75
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