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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

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
Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.
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First Get Goes Going Hate Hold Inside Lighter Older Round Stick Until
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 read books to find out who we are.
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Book Find Out Read
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
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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All Before Know Need Place Rare
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
We will not know our own injustice if we cannot imagine justice. We will not be free if we do not imagine freedom.
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Freedom Imagine Injustice Knew Live
First sentences are doors to worlds.
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First Sentence 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
The light is the left hand of darkness.
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Darkness Hanf Left Light
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
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
There are no right answers to wrong questions.
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Answer Question Right Wrong
If a book told you something when you were fifteen, it will tell you it again when you’re fifty, though you may understand it so differently that it seems you’re reading a whole new book.
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Again Book Differently Fifteen Fifty Raed Seem Something Tell Understand
The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid.
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Bad Consider Encouragement Habit Happiness Pedant Sophisticate Stupid Trouble

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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