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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 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 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
Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.
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Fantasy Feel Fiction Inanity Naturalistic Nearest Poetry Safe Wilderness
The book is all there, all at once, between its covers. But if you want to read the story and understand it, you must begin with the first page, and go forward, always in order. So the universe would be a very great book, and we would be very small readers.
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Between Book Cover Reader Sall Understand Universe
There are no right answers to wrong questions.
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Answer Question Right Wrong
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
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
I can give back to the world all that I didn’t do. All that I might have been and couldn’t be. All the choices I didn’t make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world.
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Back Choice Give Lost Thing Waste World
Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk’s flight on the empty sky.
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Bright Die Empty Hawk Light Only Silence Sky Word
Those who build walls are their own prisoners. I’m going to go fulfill my proper function in the social organism. I’m going to unbuild walls.
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Build Own Prison Wall
To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.
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Arre Great One Oneself Thing
Either we will establish an ecological society or society will go under for everyone, irrespective of his or her status.
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Ecological Either Establish Everone Irrespective Society Status
You are in the country where you make up the rules, the laws. You are both dictator and obedient populace. It is a country nobody has ever explored before. It is up to you to make the maps, to build the cities.
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Build City Country Dictator Explore Map Obedient Populace Rule
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
Listen.’ For being saved is not the point. Music saves nothing. Merciful, uncaring, it denies and breaks down all the shelters, the houses men build for themselves, that they may see the sky.
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Break Build Down House Listen Nothing Point Save Sky Themselves Uncare
There’s a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.
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Age Around Choose Else Everybody Joint Life Make Rest Virtue Whether

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.

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