We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries-the realists of a larger reality.
URSULA K. LE GUINWe will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries-the realists of a larger reality.
URSULA K. LE GUINFor all their restlessness, men are who they are; once they put on the man’s toga they will not change again; so they make a virtue of that rigidity and resist whatever might soften it and set them free.
URSULA K. LE GUINBut it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.
URSULA K. LE GUINWhat goes too long unchanged destroys itself.
URSULA K. LE GUINA writer either speaks to adults and bores kids, or speaks to kids and upsets adults.
URSULA K. LE GUINTo claim power over what you do not understand is not wise, nor is the end of it likely to be good.
URSULA K. LE GUINThe presence of the trees was very strong…The big oaks stood so many, so massive in their other life, in their deep, rooted silence: the awe of them came on me, the religion.
URSULA K. LE GUINIt is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.
URSULA K. LE GUINWhat good is music? None … and that is the point. To the world and its states and armies and factories and Leaders, music says, ‘You are irrelevant’; and, arrogant and gentle as a god, to the suffering man it says only, ‘
URSULA K. LE GUINLife–evolution–the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy–existence itself–is essentially change.
URSULA K. LE GUINNobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.
URSULA K. LE GUINI believe that all the best faculties of a mature human being exist in the child. . . that one of the most deeply human, and humane, of these faculties is the power of imagination.
URSULA K. LE GUINIf you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.
URSULA K. LE GUINFirst sentences are doors to worlds.
URSULA K. LE GUINLove doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
URSULA K. LE GUINWe’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
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