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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 plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's ..
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nationalism
patriotism
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In the latter months of his own long sickness the Master Herbal had taught him much of the healer's lore, and the first lesson and the last of all that lore was this: Heal the wound and cure the illness, but let the dying spirit go.
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death-and-dying
palliative-care
healing
medicine
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It is a great deal to ask of a kitten, to defend a man against the armies of the dead.
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Pride kept her from confiding in the other girls, and caution kept her from confessing to the older women.
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talk
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But in fact, isn't that man's very purpose on earth--to do things, change things, run things, make a better world?" "No!" "What is his purpose, then?" "I don't know. Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, and every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part."
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With ceremony, with forms of politeness and reassurance, they borrowed the waters of the River and its little confluents to drink and be clean and irrigate with, using water mindfully, carefully. They lived in a land that answers greed with drought and death. A difficult land: aloof yet sensitive.
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greed
environmental-conservation
ursula-k-le-guin
water
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Then Ged pitied her. She was like a white deer caged, like a white bird wing-clipped, like a silver ring in an old man's finger.
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The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. 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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The world is always new," said Coro Mena, "however old its roots."
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I use your love as a man burns a candle, burns it away, to light his steps.
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friendship
love
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They were not victors, he and his kind, not in any way, they were the defeated still, for they had become like their "betters." --
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The constrained body knows and values the freedom of the mind.
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reading
science-fiction
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I, like Borges, think of heaven as something very like a library
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library
heaven
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Si continuas asi, si sigues huyendo, dondequiera que huyas siempre encontraras el peligro y el mal, porque es ella la que te lleva, la que elige tu camino. Eres tu quien ha de elegir. Tienes que hostigar a quien te hostiga. Tienes que perseguir al cazador. - Ogion
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There seems to be a firewall in my mind against ideas expressed in numbers and graphs rather than words, or in abstract words such as Sin or Creativity. I just don't understand. And incomprehension is boredom.
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Ward: Which would you rather have, a National Book Award or a Hugo? Le Guin: Oh, a Nobel, of course.
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THINKING about Homer, and it occurred to me that his two books are the two basic fantasy stories: the War and the Journey.
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I learned that the story has no beginning, and no story has an end. That the story is all muddle, all middle. That the story is never true, but that the lie is indeed a child of silence. By
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Gercek yolculuk geri donustur.
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God speaks, spirits speak, computers speak. Oracular ambiguity or statistical probability provides loopholes, and discrepancies are expunged by Faith.
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When asked to "define the difference between fantasy and science fiction," I mouth and mumble and always end up talking about the spectrum, that very useful spectrum, along which one thing shades into another. Definitions are for grammar, not literature, I say, and boxes are for bones. But of course fantasy and science fiction different, just as red and blue are different; they have different frequencies; if you mix them (on paper--I work..
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She was the woman in the table.
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Greed puts out the sun.
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Do the people in this country approve of this war?" [...]. "Approve? You don't think we'd lie down and let the damned Thuvians walk all over us? Our status as a world power is at stake!" "But I mean the people, not the government. The... the people who must fight." "What's it to them? They're used to mass conscriptions. It's what they're for, my dear fellow! To fight for their country. And let me tell you, there's no better soldier on earth..
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war
soldier
patriotism
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No normal human being who had experienced time-slippage of even a few decades between League worlds would volunteer for a round trip of centuries. The Surveyors were escapists, misfits. They were nuts. Ten
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Opos blepeis, Aren, mia praxe den einai, opos sukhna nomizoun oi neoi, san mia petra, pou kapoios sekonei kai petaei, kai petukhainei e astokhei, ki auto einai olo. Otan sekoneis aute ten petra, e ge ginetai elaphrotere kai to kheri pou ten basta ginetai barutero. Otan ten petas, ta kuklomata ton astron antapokrinontai, ki opou khtupesei e pesei to sumpan metaballetai. Me kathe praxe diakubeuetai e isorropia tou sunolou. Oi anemoi kai oi th..
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το-έπος-της-γαιοθ
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We all have forests in our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone. Hidden
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Minne oppaani ystavallisyydessaan minut johdattavat, / Mina seuraan, seuraan kevyesti / eika tomuun taaksemme / jaa ainuttakaan jalanjalkea.
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Was he leaving home, or going home?
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A voice in the darkness said, 'You have come too far.' Arren answered it, saying, 'Only too far is far enough.
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What she had begun to learn was the weight of liberty. 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. The road goes upward toward the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
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On the dock Yarrow stood and watched them go, as sailors' wives and sisters stand on all the shores of all Earthsea watching their men go out on the sea, and they do not wave or call aloud, but stand still in hooded cloak of grey or brown, there on the shore that dwindles smaller and smaller from the boat while the water grows wide between.
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you play the instrument you have.
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life-lessons
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There were several completely mysterious electrical devices connected with the washstand, and the water valve did not cut off when you released the faucet but kept pouring out until shut off--a sign, Shevek thought, either of great faith in human nature, or of great quantities of hot water.
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We're a rough people, born of oak, as they say, here in the western land; tempers run high, weapons are always at hand.
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Are there really people without resentment, without hate? she wondered. People who never go cross-grained to the universe? Who recognize evil, and resist evil, and yet are utterly unaffected by it? Of course there are. Countless, the living and the dead. Those who have returned in pure compassion to the wheel, those who follow the way that cannot be followed without knowing they follow it, the
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She did feel it. A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free. What she had begun to learn was the weight of liberty. Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to unde..
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Death sentences are short and very, very manly. Life sentences aren't. They go on and on, all full of syntax and qualifying clauses and confusing references and getting old.
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Under his feet he felt the hillroots going down and down into the dark, and over his head he saw the dry, far fires of the stars. Between, all things were his to order, to command. He stood at the center of the world.
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magic
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Ethical counsel from the Under White Mountain people, far down the eastern coast of the Inland Sea, was not very well received. They advised: 'Do not fight these sick people, cure them with human behavior,' to which Rekwit responded tersely, 'You come up north here and do that.
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Arren] was proud of his lineage, but thought of himself as an heir of princes, one of the House of Enlad. Morred, from whom that house descended, had been dead two thousand years. His deeds were matter of legends, not of this present world. It was as if the Archmage had named him son of myth, inheritor of dreams.
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earthsea
arren
the-farthest-shore
lineage
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Who am I?" Laia muttered to her invisible audience, and they knew the answer and told it to her with one voice. She was the little girl with scabby knees, sitting on the doorstep staring down through the dirty golden haze of River Street in the heat of late summer, the six-year-old, the sixteen-year-old, the fierce, cross, dream-ridden girl, untouched, untouchable. She was herself"
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Thank you Neil, and to the givers of this beautiful reward, my thanks from the heart. My family, my agent, editors, know that my being here is their doing as well as mine, and that the beautiful reward is theirs as much as mine. And I rejoice at accepting it for, and sharing it with, all the writers who were excluded from literature for so long, my fellow authors of fantasy and science fiction--writers of the imagination, who for the last 5..
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While we read a novel, we are insane - bonkers.
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