This is. And thou art. There is no safety. There is no end. The word must be heard in silence. There must be darkness to see the stars.
URSULA K. LE GUINIn 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.
More Ursula K. Le Guin Quotes
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Music is another way of thinking, or maybe thinking is another kind of music.
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We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries-the realists of a larger reality.
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Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
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The question is always the same with a dragon: will he talk with you or will he eat you?
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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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You sit down and you do it, and you do it, and you do it, until you have learned to do it.
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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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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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A writer either speaks to adults and bores kids, or speaks to kids and upsets adults.
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A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it… By using words well they strengthen their souls.
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What is an anarchist? One who, choosing, accepts the responsibility of choice.
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There are no right answers to wrong questions.
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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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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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The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
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