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.
URSULA K. LE GUINTo claim power over what you do not understand is not wise, nor is the end of it likely to be good.
More Ursula K. Le Guin Quotes
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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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To the lives that haven’t been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I loved, the breath I breathed.
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The story is not in the plot but in the telling.
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We live in capitalism, its power seems inescapable – but then, so did the divine right of kings.
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The creative adult is the child who has survived.
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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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I don’t think ‘science fiction’ is a very good name for it, but it’s the name that we’ve got. It is different from other kinds of writing, I suppose, so it deserves a name of its own.
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The dance is always danced above the hollow place, above the terrible abyss.
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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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To have a choice at all is to be privileged.
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It’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.
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My 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.
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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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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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A writer either speaks to adults and bores kids, or speaks to kids and upsets adults.
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