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Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.

Ursula K. Le Guin

I think hard times are coming. We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries, the realists of a larger reality.
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Come Hard Large Poet Realistic Reality Think Time Visionaries Writer
We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings.
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Capitalism Diweine Inescapable King Poer Right Seem
A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart.
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Burson Capacity Child Competition Do Doing Economic Free Grow Guilt Joy Need Ownership Will
It’s a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you’ve been to all the places you don’t need to be.
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All Before Know Need Place Rare
Every group we belong to – by gender, sex, race, religion, age – is an in-group, surrounded by an immense out-group, living next door and all over the world, who will be alive as far into the future as humanity has a future. That out-group is called other people. It is for them that we write.
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Age Future Gender Group Humanity Immense Next People Race Religion Surrounded World
You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.
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Buy Make Nowhere Revolution Spirit
I can give back to the world all that I didn’t do. All that I might have been and couldn’t be. All the choices I didn’t make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world.
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Back Choice Give Lost Thing Waste World
By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.
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Brighter Deeper Reader Skill Soul Spend Story Teller Strength Well Word
As a kitten does what all other kittens do, so a child wants to do what other children do, with a wanting that is as powerful as it is mindless. Since we human beings have to learn what we do, we have to start out that way, but human mindfulness begins where that wish to be the same leaves off.
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Child Children Do Kitten Mindless Other Powerful Want
The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
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Balck Mark Pulp Story Unread Word
We can change our life, our being; no matter what our will is, we are changed. As the moon changes yet is one, so we are virgin, wife, mother, grandmother.
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Change Grandmother Matter Moon Mother Virgin Wife
When the genuine myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life.
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Always Change Consciousness Genuine Life Message Myth Rise
The story is not in the plot but in the telling.
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Plot Story Tell
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
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End Justice Mean never
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.
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Come Intolerable Make Only Permanent Possible Uncertainty
Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
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