By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.
URSULA K. LE GUINI think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live.
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We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries-the realists of a larger reality.
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A panda walks into a tea room and ordered a salad and ate it. Then it pulled out a pistol, shot the man in the next table dead, and walked out.
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Before the moon I am, what a woman is, a woman of power, a woman’s power, deeper than the roots of trees, deeper than the roots of islands, older than the Making, older than the moon.
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If you deny any affinity with another person or kind of person, if you declare it to be wholly different from yourself.
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The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
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I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.
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Safety lies in catering to the in-group. We are not all brave. All I would ask of writers who find it hard to question the universal validity of their personal opinions and affiliations is that they consider this:
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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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That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?
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Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can’t step into the same river twice.
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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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I think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live.
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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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What is life without incompatible realities?
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Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art – the art of words.
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