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The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes.

Maybe it was the whole primitive, hateful idea of the feminine as dark, blind, weak, and evil that I saw shaking itself to pieces, imploding, crumbling into wreckage on a desert ground. And I rejoiced to see it fall. I still do.

Yet a greater, unlearned skill he possessed, which was the art of kindness.

Listen, Tenar. Heed me. You were the vessel of evil. The evil is poured out. It is done. It is buried in its own tomb. You were never made for cruelty and darkness; you were made to hold light, as a lamp burning holds and gives its light.

You are all in jail. Each alone, solitary, with a heap of what he owns. You live in prison, die in prison. It is all I can see in your eyes – the walls, the walls!

sometimes there's a passion that comes in its springtime to ill fate or death. And because it ends in its beauty, it's what the harpers sing of and the poets make stories of: the love that escapes the years...

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.

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.