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The creative adult is the child who has survived.

Ursula K. Le Guin

Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art – the art of words.
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Art Being Often Resistance Change Word
Success is somebody else’s failure.
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Else Failure Somebody Success
First sentences are doors to worlds.
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First Sentence World
There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.
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Great Societies Society Story Use Wheel
We’re each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
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Alone Dark Each Hand Hold Out Sure
I think hard times are coming. We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries, the realists of a larger reality.
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Come Hard Large Poet Realistic Reality Think Time Visionaries Writer
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
I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
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Back Forgotten Give Light Much World
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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Earth Human Planet Run Species Spoil World
That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?
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Endure Glow Gone Save Sea Selfhood Treasure Yourself
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
The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself.
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Ask Matter One Only Question Really Yourself
As you read a book word by word and page by page, you participate in its creation, just as a cellist playing a Bach suite participates, note by note, in the creation, the coming-to-be, the existence, of the music.
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Bach Book Creation Note Page Participate Play Read Select Suite Word
You can go home again…so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.
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Asian Home Long never Place Understand
If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. …But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion.
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God No Proven Religion
Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one.
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Burden Choice Easy Freedom Gift Great Strange Hard heavy Load Made Spirit Undertake

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