It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.
URSULA K. LE GUINIt is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.
URSULA K. LE GUINWhat 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, ‘
URSULA K. LE GUINBefore 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.
URSULA K. LE GUINAs great scientists have said and as all children know, it is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception, and compassion, and hope.
URSULA K. LE GUINLife goes on, even if two-headed and glowing faintly in the dark.
URSULA K. LE GUINIt’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.
URSULA K. LE GUINTake the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it’s not poison.
URSULA K. LE GUINA 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.
URSULA K. LE GUINThe story is not in the plot but in the telling.
URSULA K. LE GUINThe creative adult is the child who has survived.
URSULA K. LE GUINYou will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose…
URSULA K. LE GUINWe can change our life, our being; no matter what our will is, we are changed. As the moon changes yet is one, so we are virgin, wife, mother, grandmother.
URSULA K. LE GUINA wrong that cannot be repaired must be transcended.
URSULA K. LE GUINMy 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.
URSULA K. LE GUINWhat sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
URSULA K. LE GUINThe 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.
URSULA K. LE GUIN