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For all their restlessness, men are who they are; once they put on the man’s toga they will not change again; so they make a virtue of that rigidity and resist whatever might soften it and set them free.

Ursula K. Le Guin

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
The book itself is a curious artifact, not showy in its technology but complex and extremely efficient: a really neat little device, compact, often very pleasant to look at and handle, that can last decades, even centuries.
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Book Compact Complex Crucial Device Efficiency Extremely Itself Little Look Often Pleasant Shown Technology
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
Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
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Artist Banality Evil Intellectual Interest Pain Refusal Terrible Treason
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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Banker Believe Existence Hear Insane Novel People Raed Voice
Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.
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Been Ever Hero Nobody Say Told
Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy?
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Function Galaxy Machine Purpose Thing Universe Useful
This is. And thou art. There is no safety. There is no end. The word must be heard in silence. There must be darkness to see the stars.
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Art Darkness End Must Must Heard Safety Silence Star
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
First sentences are doors to worlds.
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First Sentence World
The book is all there, all at once, between its covers. But if you want to read the story and understand it, you must begin with the first page, and go forward, always in order. So the universe would be a very great book, and we would be very small readers.
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Between Book Cover Reader Sall Understand Universe
Every group we belong to – by gender, sex, race, religion, age – is an in-group, surrounded by an immense out-group, living next door and all over the world, who will be alive as far into the future as humanity has a future. That out-group is called other people. It is for them that we write.
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Age Future Gender Group Humanity Immense Next People Race Religion Surrounded World
Grieving, like being blind, is a strange business; you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning, but after the early bursts of tears, after the praises have been spoken, and the good days remembered, and the lament cried, and the grave closed, there is no company in grief. It is a burden borne alone.
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Being Blind Business Grieving Learn Strange
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
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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Civilize Man Master Other Outside Rest Self Subservient Underneath
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
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Crazy Live Person Sane World

For all their restlessness, men are who they are; once they put on the man’s toga they will not change again; so they make a virtue of that rigidity and resist whatever might soften it and set them free.

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For all their restlessness, men are who they are; once they put on the man’s toga they will not change again; so they make a virtue of that rigidity and resist whatever might soften it and set them free.

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