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He was very weary; the day had been long, and full of dragons.

he had spent his life learning how to choose to do what he had no choice but to do.

We are not subjects of a State founded upon law, but members of a society formed upon revolution. Revolution is our obligation: our hope of evolution.

Out of the sea there rise storms and monsters, but no evil powers: evil is of earth. And there is no sea, no running of river or spring, in the dark land where once Ged had gone. Death is the dry place.

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.

Life rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other and are forever reborn.

Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.

You can go home again, the General Temporal Theory asserts, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.

“No harmony endures,” said the young king. “None has ever been achieved,” said the Plenipotentiary. “The pleasure is in trying.”

“Where do you get your ideas from, Ms Le Guin?” From forgetting Dostoyevsky and reading road signs backwards, naturally. Where else?

Down the orchard aisles, in the thick, new, wet grass, the little girl ran for the joy of running.

I prefer to save talking till I know what I’m talking about.

A man would know the end he goes to, but he cannot know it if he does not turn, and return to his beginning, and hold that beginning in his being.

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.

Pride kept her from confiding in the other girls, and caution kept her from confessing to the older women.

Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.

Because to me, fantasy isn’t wishful thinking, but a way of reflecting, and reflecting on reality.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

The traitor, the self; the self that cries I want to live; let the world burn so long as I can live!

This writing doesn't affect reality any more than any writing does; that is to say, indirectly, but considerably.

People see the scars. But they see you, too, and you aren't the scars. You aren't ugly. You aren't evil. You are Therru, and beautiful. You are Therru who can work, and walk, and run, and dance, beautifully, in a red dress.

All I have is dreams. And now other people run them.

So the first step out of childhood is made all at once, without looking before or behind, without caution, and nothing held in reserve.

He was not interested in detached knowledge, science for science's sake: there was no use learning anything if it was of no use. Relevance was his touchstone.

But need alone is not enough to set power free: there must be knowledge.

The sea spoke forever, but its language was foreign to her. She did not understand.

No one, no matter how strong or wise or great, can rightly own and use another.

The discovery brings him victory, the kind of victory that isn’t the end of a battle but the beginning of a life.

it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.

Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.

They are beasts as we are beasts. Men are animals that speak.

We're in the world, not against it.

In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.

He was one whose power was akin to, and as strong as, the Old Powers of the earth; one who talked with dragons, and held off earthquakes with his word. And there he lay asleep on the dirt, with a little thistle growing by his hand.

You must be Arha, or you must be Tenar. You cannot be both.

This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.

To be whole is to be part; true voyage is return.

The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.

I think they drove your priestess Kossil mad a long time ago; I think she has prowled these caverns as she prowls the labyrinth of her own self, and now she cannot see the daylight any more.

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.

But we, insofar as we have power over the world and over one another, we must learn to do what the leaf and the whale and the wind do of their own nature. We must learn to keep the balance.

The explorer who will not come back or send back his ships to tell his tale is not an explorer, only an adventurer; and his sons are born in exile.

Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing.

You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose.

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.

All I have is dreams. And now other people run them.

He grinned a little as he thought it; for he had always liked that pause, that fearful pause, the moment before things changed.

Do nothing because it is righteous or praiseworthy or noble to do so; do nothing because it seems good to do so; do only that which you must do and which you cannot do in any other way.