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We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.

Ursula K. Le Guin

What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
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Crazy Live Person Sane World
Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light. Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way.
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Darkness Death Hand Join Left Life Light Lover Lying Right Together Two
Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can’t step into the same river twice.
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Moment Nothing Remark River Same Step Twice
In the tale, in the telling, we are all one blood. Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it’s not poison; and we will all come to the end together, and even to the beginning: living, as we do, in the middle.
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Bite Blood Come End Hope Live Middle Position Run Take Tale Telling
You 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…
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Any Die Forever Given Immortal Live Man Nothing Thing
We need to be taught these skills; we need guides to show us how. If we don’t, our lives get made up for us by other people .
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Guide Made People Show Skill Taught
I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
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Back Forgotten Give Light Much World
Hardly anybody ever writes anything nice about introverts. Extroverts rule. This is rather odd when you realise that about nineteen writers out of twenty are introverts.
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Anybody Anything Hardly Introvert Rule Write
To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.
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Arre Great One Oneself Thing
All of us have to learn how to invent our lives , make them up, imagine them.
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Imagine Invest Learn Live Make
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.
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Blanket Child Desk Flashlight Kitchen Library Man Perform Performance Raed Table Work
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.
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Come Intolerable Make Only Permanent Possible Uncertainty
What is the other text, the original? I have no answer. I suppose it is the source, the deep sea where ideas swim, and one catches them in nets of words and swings them shining into the boat… where in this metaphor they die and get canned and eaten in sandwiches.
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Answer Canned Catch Eaten Metaphor Original Source Suppose Swing Word
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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Balck Mark Pulp Story Unread Word
A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it… By using words well they strengthen their souls.
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Care Mena Say Soul Strengthen Use Well Word Writer
The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skilful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well, – this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection and of sociality as a whole.
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Affection Anyone Deep Delight Hunter Meed Mother Nurse Socialist Source Successful Whole

We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.

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