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To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.

Ursula K. Le Guin

The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
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End Goes Light never Reach Road Towards Traveler Upward
We live in capitalism, its power seems inescapable – but then, so did the divine right of kings.
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Capitalism Inescapable King Live Power Right Seem
A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it.
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Care Mean Person Say Winter Word
f we can get feminine and human morality out from under the yoke of a dead ethic, then maybe we’ll begin to get somewhere on the road that leads to survival.
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Begin Feminine Morality Road Somewhere Survival Yoke
Well, we think that time “passes,” flows past us, but what if it is we who move forward, from past to future, always discovering the new? It would be a little like reading a book, you see.
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Always Discover Forward Future Move New Pass Past Think Time
It’s a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you’ve been to all the places you don’t need to be.
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All Before Know Need Place Rare
We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
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Alone Dark Each Hand Hold Out Sure
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
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Came Done Forgot Have Once Remember Saw Sunset Western Wind
Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can’t step into the same river twice.
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Moment Nothing Remark River Same Step Twice
What is the other text, the original? I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat… where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.
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Answer Canned Catch Eaten Metaphor Original Source Suppose Swing Word
But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.
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Another Dragon Meet One Read Thing
Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
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Build Own Prisoner Wall
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
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
We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.
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Experience Human Mountain Truth Volcano Women
Fantasy is not antirational, but pararational; not realistic but surrealistic, a heightening of reality. In Freud’s terminology, it employs primary not secondary process thinking. It employs archetypes which, as Jung warned us, are dangerous things.
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Fantasy Height Realistic Reality Surrealistic Traditional

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