Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
URSULA K. LE GUINOnce you have seen the larger pattern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole.
More Ursula K. Le Guin Quotes
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The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself.
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A writer either speaks to adults and bores kids, or speaks to kids and upsets adults.
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As men have done to women, and class has done to class, and nation has done to nation – you may hate it or deify it; but in either case you have denied its spiritual equality and its human reality.
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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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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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First sentences are doors to worlds.
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The book itself is a curious artifact, not showy in its technology but complex and extremely efficient: a really neat little device, compact, often very pleasant to look at and handle, that can last decades, even centuries.
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To hear, one must be silent.
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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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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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The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
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Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it’s not poison.
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To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.
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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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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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