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Listen.’ For being saved is not the point. Music saves nothing. Merciful, uncaring, it denies and breaks down all the shelters, the houses men build for themselves, that they may see the sky.

Ursula K. Le Guin

Civilized Man says: I am Self, I am Master, all the rest is other–outside, below, underneath, subservient. I own, I use, I explore, I exploit, I control. What I do is what matters. What I want is what matter is for. I am that I am, and the rest is women & wilderness, to be used as I see fit.
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Civilize Man Master Other Outside Rest Self Subservient Underneath
Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it’s not poison.
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Blood Hope Poison Run Take Tale Teeth
To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.
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Arre Great One Oneself Thing
We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries-the realists of a larger reality.
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Freedom Large Need Poet Realist Reality Remember Visionary Writer
We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
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Alone Dark Each Hand Hold Out Sure
You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose…
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Any Die Forever Given Immortal Live Man Nothing Thing
The book itself is a curious artifact, not showy in its technology but complex and extremely efficient: a really neat little device, compact, often very pleasant to look at and handle, that can last decades, even centuries.
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Book Compact Complex Crucial Device Efficiency Extremely Itself Little Look Often Pleasant Shown Technology
Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can’t step into the same river twice.
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Moment Nothing Remark River Same Step Twice
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
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Bread Just Love Made New Remade Sit Stone Time
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
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
Grieving, like being blind, is a strange business; you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning, but after the early bursts of tears, after the praises have been spoken, and the good days remembered, and the lament cried, and the grave closed, there is no company in grief. It is a burden borne alone.
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Being Blind Business Grieving Learn Strange
When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.
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Candle Cast Light Shadow
I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.
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Child Doubt Eggplant Eradicated Grow Imagination Suppressed
A panda walks into a tea room and ordered a salad and ate it. Then it pulled out a pistol, shot the man in the next table dead, and walked out.
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Ate Dead Man Next Order Out Panda Pistol Pull Room Salad Shot Table Tea Walk
Every book purchase made from Amazon is a vote for a culture without content and without contentment.
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Amazon Content Contentment Culture Every Book Made Purchase Vote

Listen.’ For being saved is not the point. Music saves nothing. Merciful, uncaring, it denies and breaks down all the shelters, the houses men build for themselves, that they may see the sky.

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Listen.’ For being saved is not the point. Music saves nothing. Merciful, uncaring, it denies and breaks down all the shelters, the houses men build for themselves, that they may see the sky.

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