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The performance is silent. The readers hear the sounds of the words and the beat of the sentences only in their inner ear. Silent drummers on noiseless drums. An amazing performance in an amazing theater.

Ursula K. Le Guin

The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skilful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well, – this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection and of sociality as a whole.
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Affection Anyone Deep Delight Hunter Meed Mother Nurse Socialist Source Successful Whole
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
As men have done to women, and class has done to class, and nation has done to nation – you may hate it or deify it; but in either case you have denied its spiritual equality and its human reality.
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Class Done Human Nation Reality Series Women
To the lives that haven’t been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I loved, the breath I breathed.
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Back Breathed Gift Live Love Loved Yet
Reading is performance. The reader–the child under the blanket with a flashlight, the woman at the kitchen table, the man at the library desk–performs the work.
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Blanket Child Desk Flashlight Kitchen Library Man Perform Performance Raed Table Work
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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Artist Banality Evil Intellectual Interest Pain Refusal Terrible Treason
The 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.
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Came Dep Life Massive Religion Silence Strong Tree
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
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
In the tale, in the telling, we are all one blood. Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it’s not poison; and we will all come to the end together, and even to the beginning: living, as we do, in the middle.
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Bite Blood Come End Hope Live Middle Position Run Take Tale Telling
I certainly wasn’t happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can’t earn, and can’t keep, and often don’t even recognize at the time; I mean joy.
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Certainty Earn Happiness Happy Keep Often Reason Thing
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
No darkness lasts forever. And even there, there are stars.
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Darkness Forever Last Star
We cannot demand that anyone try to attain justice and freedom who has not had a chance to imagine them as attainable.
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Anyone Attain Attainable Chance Demand Freedom Imagine Justice
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
I think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live.
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Back Breath Live Made Said Soft Strange Think Voice

The performance is silent. The readers hear the sounds of the words and the beat of the sentences only in their inner ear. Silent drummers on noiseless drums. An amazing performance in an amazing theater.

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The performance is silent. The readers hear the sounds of the words and the beat of the sentences only in their inner ear. Silent drummers on noiseless drums. An amazing performance in an amazing theater.

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