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The revolution is in the individual spirit, or it is nowhere. It is for all or it is nothing. If it is seen as having any end, it will never truly begin. We can't stop here. We must go on. We must take the risks.
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There are a limited number of plots (some say seven, some say twelve, some say thirty). There is no limit to the number of stories.
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For they were alone, and he was one of the seven persons in the world who knew the Archmage's name. The others were the Master Namer of Roke; and Ogion the Silent, the wizard of Re Albi, who long ago on the mountain of Gont had given Ged that name; and the White Lady of Gont, Tenar of the Ring; and a village wizard in Iffish called Vetch; and in Iffish again, a house-carpenter's wife, mother of three girls, ignorant of all sorcery but wise ..
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Hemos llegado, desde una gran distancia el uno al otro. Siempre lo hemos hecho. A traves de grandes distancias, a traves de anos, a traves de abismos de casualidad. Porque el viene de tan lejos, nada puede separarnos. Nada, ni la distancia, ni los anos, puede ser mas grande que la distancia que siempre estuvo entre nosotros, la distancia de nuestro sexo, la diferencia de nuestro ser, la de nuestras mentes; esa brecha, ese abismo que salvamo..
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Why must there be war?" "Oh Lavinia, what a woman's question that is! Because men are men."
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And yet, I wonder if it isn't all a misunderstanding--this grasping after happiness, this fear of pain. . . . If instead of fearing it and running from it, one could . . . get through it, go beyond it There is something beyond it. It's the self that suffers, and there's a place where the self--ceases. I don't know how to say it. But I believe that the reality--the truth that I recognize in suffering as I don't in comfort and happiness--that..
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Well, this. That we're ashamed to say we've refused a posting. That the social conscience completely dominates the individual conscience, instead of striking a balance with it. We don't cooperate -- we obey. We fear being outcast, being called lazy, dysfunctional, egoizing. We fear our neighbor's opinion more than we respect our own freedom of choice. You don't believe me, Tak, but try, just try stepping over the line, just in imagination, ..
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The tongue they speak there is not like any spoken in the Archipelago or the other Reaches, and they are a savage people, white-skinned, yellow-haired, and fierce, liking the sight of blood and the smell of burning towns.
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Now, what is forbidden to the summoner, or any wizard, is to call a living spirit. We can call to them, yes. We can send to them a voice or a presentment, a seeming, of ourself. But we do not summon them, in spirit or in flesh, to come to us. Only the dead may we summon. Only the shadows. You can see why this must be. To summon a living man is to have entire power over him, body and mind. No one, no matter how strong or wise or great, can r..
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Odo had not tried to renew the basic relationships of music, when she renewed the relationships of men. She had always respected the necessary. The Settlers of Anarres had left the laws of man behind them, but had brought the laws of harmony along.
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society
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There's no right answer to the wrong question. Now what do we do?
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ursula-k-le-guin
what-to-do
right-and-wrong
question
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It was the idea of writing with a specific audience in mind or a specific age of reader that scared me off.
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The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
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His alarm clock ticked by the head of the bed. He gazed at its whitish face, the hands both drawing downward. There were no clocks, there. There were no hours. It was not the river of time flowing that moved the clock's hands forward; their mechanism moved them. Seeing them move men said, Time is passing, passing, but they were fooled by the clocks they made. It is we who pass through time, Hugh thought.
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time
clocks
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I hate complaining to strangers -- you can only complain satisfactorily to people you know really well.
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short-story
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Sairin bana siirinde okudugu Troya'nin dususu hikayesinde kralin kizi Cassandra olacaklari onceden goruyor ve Troyalilarin buyuk ati sehre sokmalarini onlemeye calisiyor, ama onu kimse dinlemiyordu: Uzerrindeki lanetti bu, hakikati gorecek, bunu soyleyecek, ama onu kimse duymayacakti. Erkeklerden ziyade kadinlarin uzerindeki bir lannetir bu. Erkekler hakikatin kendilerine ait olmasini, kendi kesifleri, kendi mulkleri olmasini ister.
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women
mythology-fiction
science-fiction
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Heaven and earth begin in the unnamed: name's the mother of the ten thousand things.
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tao-te-ching
language-understanding
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She didn't even ask me if I was going to go on flying. She knew I would. I don't understand the people who have wings and don't use them. I suppose they're interested in having a career. Maybe they were already in love with somebody on the ground. But it seems... I don't know. I can't really understand it. Wanting to stay down. Choosing not to fly. Wingless people can't help it, it's not their fault they're grounded. But if you have wings....
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wings
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Conheco pessoas, conheco cidades, fazendas, montanhas, rios e rochas; sei como sol poente de outono se esparrama pela face de um certo tipo de terra arada; mas qual o sentido de impor uma fronteira a isso tudo, dar-lhe um nome e deixar de amar o lugar onde o nome nao se aplica? O que e o amor pelo seu pais? E o odio pelo seu nao-pais? Entao nao e uma coisa boa. E apenas amor-proprio? Isso e bom, mas nao se deve fazer dele uma virtude ou uma..
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If nobody teaches us the words, the thoughts, we stay ignorant. If nobody shows a little child, two, three years old, how to look for the way, the signs of the path, the landmarks, then it gets lost in the mountain, doesn't it? And dies in the night, in the cold.
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teaching
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And I wondered, not for the first time, what patriotism is, what the love of country truly consists of, how that yearning loyalty that had shaken my friend's voice arises, and how a real love can become, too often, so foolish and vile a bigotry. Where does it go wrong?
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love-of-country
nationalism
patriotism
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Nobody owns anything to rob. . . . As for violence . . . Oiie, would you murder me, ordinarily? And if you felt like it, would a law against it stop you? Coercion is the least efficient means of obtaining order.
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The premise is: everybody's like me and we all think alike. The corollary is: people who don't think like me don't matter.
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privilege
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Vermediginiz seyi alamazsiniz, kendinizi vermeniz gerekir. Devrim'i satin alamazsiniz. Devrim'i yapamazsiniz. Devrim olabilirsiniz ancak.
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La libertad es una carga pesada, extrana y abrumadora para el espiritu que ha de llevarla. No es comoda. No es un regalo que se recibe, sino una eleccion que se hace, y la eleccion puede ser dificil.
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life
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Everything dreams. The play of form, of being, is the dreaming of substance. Rocks have their dreams, and the earth changes....
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reality
science
spacetime
rocks
geology
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I've never liked the word blog--I suppose it is meant to stand for bio-log or something like that, but it sounds like a sodden tree trunk in a bog, or maybe an obstruction in the nasal passage (Oh, she talks that way because she has such terrible blogs in her nose).
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Omelas already exists: no need to build it or choose it. We already live here -in the narrow, foul, dark prison we let our ignorance, fear, and hatred build for us and keep us in, here in the splendid, beautiful city of life. . . . --UKL, 2016
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A bully doesn't answer you; he may hear but pays no heed; he talks on as if you were of no account, and it gives him the advantage always at the start, though not always
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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He grinned a little as he thought it; for he had always liked that pause, that fearful pause, the moment before things changed.
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Which of us saved the other from the Labyrinth, Ged?
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life
saved
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813caea
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And mage and sailor are not so far apart; both work with the powers of sky and sea, and bend great winds to the uses of their hands, bringing near what was remote.
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In fact, while we read a novel, we are insane - bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren't there, we hear their voices, we watch the battle of Borodino with them, we may even become Napoleon. Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.
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If your strength is only the other's weakness, you live in fear,
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And I see a lot of us, the producers, who write the books and make the books, accepting this--letting commodity profiteers sell us like deodorant, and tell us what to publish, what to write. Books aren't just commodities; the profit motive is often in conflict with the aims of art. We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable--but then, so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Res..
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writing
social-change
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They think if people can possess enough things they will be content to live in prison. But I will not believe that. I want the walls down. I want solidarity, human solidarity.
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Indeed it can be seen as our human essence, how few behavioral imperatives we follow. How flexible we are in finding new things to do, new ways to go. How ingeniously, inventively, desperately we seek the right way, the true way, the Way we believe we lost long ago among the thickets of novelty and opportunity and choice...
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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I don't know. 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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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Go into a dark bar for a bit and have a beer with Dionysios, every now and then. I talk about the gods; I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.
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What it made me think about above all is how incredibly much we learn from our birthday to last day - from where the horsies live to the origin of the stars. How rich we are in knowledge, and in all that lies around us yet to learn. Billionaires, all of us.
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learning
knowledge
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And he began to see the truth, that [he] had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man: who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by any power other than himself, and whose life therefore is lived for life's sake and never in the service of ruin, or pain, or hatred, or the dark.
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shadow-self
true-self
wizard
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No, that's true ... You hate Orgoreyn, don't you?' 'Very few Orgota know how to cook. Hate Orgoreyn? No, how should I? How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain ploughland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and..
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We cried "Sisterhood is powerful!"--and they believed us. Terrified misogynists of both sexes were howling that the house was burning down before most feminists found out where the matches were."
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Anger points powerfully to the denial of rights, but the exercise of rights can't life and thrive on anger. It lives and thrives on the dogged pursuit of justice.
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human-rights
advocacy
anger
justice
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