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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.

Ursula K. Le Guin

As great scientists have said and as all children know, it is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception, and compassion, and hope.
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Archive Children Compassion Great Hope Imagination Perception Scientist
But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.
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Another Dragon Meet One Read Thing
I think hard times are coming when we will be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now and can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine some real grounds for hope.
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Alternative Come Fear Hard See Society Stricken Think Through Time Voice Want Will Writer
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
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
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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Bread Just Love Made New Remade Sit Stone Time
Hardly anybody ever writes anything nice about introverts. Extroverts rule. This is rather odd when you realise that about nineteen writers out of twenty are introverts.
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Anybody Anything Hardly Introvert Rule Write
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
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
You can go home again…so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.
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Asian Home Long never Place Understand
All of us have to learn how to invent our lives , make them up, imagine them.
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Imagine Invest Learn Live Make
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
For 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.
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Again Change Free Man Resist Restless Rigidly Soften Virtue
What is life without incompatible realities?
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Incompatible Life Realities Without
Odonianism is anarchism. Not the bomb-in-the-pocket stuff, which is terrorism, whatever name it tries to dignify itself with, not the social-Darwinist economic ‘libertarianism’ of the far right; but anarchism, as prefigured in early.
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Anarchism Bomb Darwinist Economic Itself Liberal Name Odonianism Pocket Social Stuff Terrorism Tries
We are been taught to be ashamed of not being ‘outgoing’. But a writer’s job is ingoing.
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Ashamed Been Job Outgoing Taught Winter

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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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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