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That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?

Ursula K. Le Guin

The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows.
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Beautiful Bright Dark Druel Earth Existence Terrible
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
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End Goes Light never Reach Road Towards Traveler Upward
There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.
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Great Societies Society Story Use Wheel
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
Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy?
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Function Galaxy Machine Purpose Thing Universe Useful
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
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Came Done Forgot Have Once Remember Saw Sunset Western Wind
I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.
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Blow Field Grass Know Like Master Part Purpose Thread
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
Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.
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Art Being Change Human Poet Resist Word
as a writer you are free. You are about the freest person that ever was. Your freedom is what you have bought with your solitude, your loneliness.
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Bought Free Freedom Fresh Loneliness Solitude Writer
You have made it into a thing, to which the only possible relationship is a power relationship. And thus you have fatally impoverished your own reality.
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Impronenish Made Possible Reality Relationship Thing
Children know perfectly well that unicorns aren’t real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.
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Book Children Good Perfectly Well Real True Unicorn
Lying is the misuse of language. We know that. We need to remember that it works the other way round too.
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Know Language Lie Misuse Need Remember Round
Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it.
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Call Chnagebale Ever Faithless Honor Jealous Men Sexual Some Threatened Through Truth Women
If a book told you something when you were fifteen, it will tell you it again when you’re fifty, though you may understand it so differently that it seems you’re reading a whole new book.
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Again Book Differently Fifteen Fifty Raed Seem Something Tell Understand
The danger in trying to do good is that the mind comes to confuse the intent of goodness with the act of doing things well.
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Change Come Confuse Good Goodness Intent Thing Try Well

That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?

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That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?

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