Reading is performance. The reader–the child under the blanket with a flashlight, the woman at the kitchen table, the man at the library desk–performs the work.
URSULA K. LE GUINThose 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.
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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The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows.
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A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it.
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Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one.
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What good is music? None … and that is the point. To the world and its states and armies and factories and Leaders, music says, ‘You are irrelevant’; and, arrogant and gentle as a god, to the suffering man it says only, ‘
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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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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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We are been taught to be ashamed of not being ‘outgoing’. But a writer’s job is ingoing.
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You can go home again…so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.
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Civilized Man says: I am Self, I am Master, all the rest is other–outside, below, underneath, subservient. I own, I use, I explore, I exploit, I control. What I do is what matters. What I want is what matter is for. I am that I am, and the rest is women & wilderness, to be used as I see fit.
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People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.
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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 tentacles are coming out of the pigeonhole in all directions.
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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 danger in trying to do good is that the mind comes to confuse the intent of goodness with the act of doing things well.
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