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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.

Ursula K. Le Guin

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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Break Build Down House Listen Nothing Point Save Sky Themselves Uncare
Capitalism’s grow-or-die imperative stands radically at odds with ecology’s imperative of interdependence and limit.
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Capitalism Die Growth Imperative Interdependence Limit Odd Radical Stand
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
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Came Done Forgot Have Once Remember Saw Sunset Western Wind
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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Back Breathed Gift Live Love Loved Yet
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
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
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
But where I can get prickly and combative is, if I’m just called a sci-fi writer. I’m not. I’m a novelist and poet. Don’t shove me into your damn pigeonhole, where I don’t fit, because I’m all over.
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Call Damm Novelist Over Pigeon Poet Prickly Writer
There are no right answers to wrong questions.
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Answer Question Right Wrong
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
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
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Bread Just Love Made New Remade Sit Stone Time
To see that your life is a story while you’re in the middle of living it may be a help to living it well.
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Help Living Middle See Story Well While
We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.
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Adapt Appetite Control Destroy Fast Ourselves Violence World
The creative adult is the child who has survived.
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Child Creative Adult Survive
A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it.
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Care Mean Person Say Winter Word
It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
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End Good Journey Matters Towards

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