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While we read a novel, we are insane-bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

Ursula K. Le Guin

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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All Ask Brave Catering Group Lie Opinion Personal Question Safety Validity Writer
Lying is the misuse of language. We know that. We need to remember that it works the other way round too.
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Know Language Lie Misuse Need Remember Round
as a writer you are free. You are about the freest person that ever was. Your freedom is what you have bought with your solitude, your loneliness.
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Bought Free Freedom Fresh Loneliness Solitude Writer
I certainly wasn’t happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can’t earn, and can’t keep, and often don’t even recognize at the time; I mean joy.
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Certainty Earn Happiness Happy Keep Often Reason Thing
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
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Crazy Live Person Sane World
Either we will establish an ecological society or society will go under for everyone, irrespective of his or her status.
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Ecological Either Establish Everone Irrespective Society Status
The question is always the same with a dragon: will he talk with you or will he eat you?
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Always Dragon Eat Question Same Talk Will
The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes.
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Clench Cruelty Dull Eye Fire Great Hand Hidden Men Mountain Sea Shark
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
Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight.
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Delight Freedom Use Way Winter Word
The story is not in the plot but in the telling.
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Plot Story Tell
Life–evolution–the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy–existence itself–is essentially change.
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Energy Evolution Existence Itself Life Matter Time Whole
I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.
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Blow Field Grass Know Like Master Part Purpose Thread
It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.
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Content Evil Hard Hold Soul Very
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.
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Brighter Deeper Reader Skill Soul Spend Story Teller Strength Well Word
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
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.
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Anything Art Else Entirely Fell Increasingly Itself Mysterious Translate Translation Writing
A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart.
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Burson Capacity Child Competition Do Doing Economic Free Grow Guilt Joy Need Ownership Will
Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
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Build Own Prisoner Wall
Children know perfectly well that unicorns aren’t real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.
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Book Children Good Perfectly Well Real True Unicorn
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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Age Around Choose Else Everybody Joint Life Make Rest Virtue Whether
To have a choice at all is to be privileged.
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Choose Privilege
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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Child Doubt Eggplant Eradicated Grow Imagination Suppressed
What goes too long unchanged destroys itself.
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Destroy Goes Itself Long Too Unchanged
I can give back to the world all that I didn’t do. All that I might have been and couldn’t be. All the choices I didn’t make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world.
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Back Choice Give Lost Thing Waste World
We are been taught to be ashamed of not being ‘outgoing’. But a writer’s job is ingoing.
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Ashamed Been Job Outgoing Taught Winter
Life goes on, even if two-headed and glowing faintly in the dark.
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Dark Even Fainty Glow Goes Headed Life Two

While we read a novel, we are insane-bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

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While we read a novel, we are insane-bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

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