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While we read a novel, we are insane-bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

Ursula K. Le Guin

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
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
My tentacles are coming out of the pigeonhole in all directions.
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All Coem Direction Out Pigeonhole Tentacle
Before the moon I am, what a woman is, a woman of power, a woman’s power, deeper than the roots of trees, deeper than the roots of islands, older than the Making, older than the moon.
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Deeper Isaknd Making Moon Older Power Root Tree Woman
The misogyny that shapes every aspect of our civilization is the institutionalized form of male fear and hatred of what they have denied and therefore cannot know, cannot share: that wild country, the being of women.
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Aspect Civilization Denied Fear Form Institutionalize Know Male Misogyny Shape
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
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Crazy Live Person Sane World
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
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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Amazing Drummer Ebit Noiseless Performance Raeder Sentence Silent Theatre
All knowledge is local, all truth is partial. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is part of the whole knowledge.
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Anotherrmone Knowledge Local Partial Truth Untrue
Music is another way of thinking, or maybe thinking is another kind of music.
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Another Kind Music Think Way
Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light. Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way.
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Darkness Death Hand Join Left Life Light Lover Lying Right Together Two
As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music.
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Bach Book Creation Note Page Participate Play Read Select Suite Word
Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.
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First Get Goes Going Hate Hold Inside Lighter Older Round Stick Until
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
But where I can get prickly and combative is, if I’m just called a sci-fi writer. I’m not. I’m a novelist and poet. Don’t shove me into your damn pigeonhole, where I don’t fit, because I’m all over.
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Call Damm Novelist Over Pigeon Poet Prickly Writer

While we read a novel, we are insane-bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

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While we read a novel, we are insane-bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

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