Translation is entirely mysterious. Increasingly I have felt that the art of writing is itself translating, or more like translating than it is like anything else.
URSULA K. LE GUINCapitalism’s grow-or-die imperative stands radically at odds with ecology’s imperative of interdependence and limit.
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But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.
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I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
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We will not know our own injustice if we cannot imagine justice. We will not be free if we do not imagine freedom.
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Life–evolution–the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy–existence itself–is essentially change.
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Either we will establish an ecological society or society will go under for everyone, irrespective of his or her status.
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The story is not in the plot but in the telling.
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No darkness lasts forever. And even there, there are stars.
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Hope is a slow business.
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Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.
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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.
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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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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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To see that your life is a story while you’re in the middle of living it may be a help to living it well.
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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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My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died.
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