Откакто се помнеше — а не беше кой знае колко отдавна — музиката винаги го беше привличала и плашила, изпълвайки го с някакво мъчително удоволствие, понякога граничещо с мъчението. Звукът на пеещия човешки глас най-силно от всичко го караше да усеща, че не принадлежи към човешкия род, че цялата тази безкрайна игра на криеница му е напълно чужда, не защото я е забравил, а защото никога не е бил част от нея. Ала тъкмо това го привличаше в музиката и песните и дори сега, съвсем несъзнателно той забави скоростта на шейната и се заслуша в песента. Пееха едновременно четири, или пет гласа, извисяваха се, пригласяха си и се преплитаха с такава артистична хармония, каквато не бе чувал никога досега. Не разбираше думите. Струваше му се, че заедно с него, песента слушат дърветата в гората, безкрайните сиви водни простори и притихналите птици.
Ursula K. Le GuinТой вървеше, а до него крачеше нежната, покорна, неуморима жена.
Ursula K. Le GuinStories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him.
Ursula K. Le GuinWhat 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 towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
Ursula K. Le GuinPlease bring strange things.
Please come bringing new things.
Let very old things come into your hands.
Let what you do not know come into your eyes.
Let desert sand harden your feet.
Let the arch of your feet be the mountains.
Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps
And the ways you go be the lines of your palms.
Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing
And your outbreath be the shining of ice.
May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words.
May you smell food cooking you have not eaten.
May the spring of a foreign river be your navel.
May your soul be at home where there are no houses.
Walk carefully, well-loved one,
Walk mindfully, well-loved one,
Walk fearlessly, well-loved one.
Return with us, return to us,
Be always coming home.
WE stowed the wheels, uncapped the sledge-runners, put on our sis, and took off -- down, north, onward, into that silent vastness of fire an ice that said in enormous letters of black and white DEATH, DEATH, written right across a continent. The sledge pulled like a feather, and we laughed with joy.
Ursula K. Le GuinFacts are no more slid, coherent, round, and real than pearls are. Bot both are sensitive.
Ursula K. Le GuinI suspect that the distinction between a maternal and a paternal instinct is scarcely worth making; the parental instinct, the wish to protect, to further, is not a sex-linked characteristic...
Ursula K. Le GuinBut I think we will have trouble learning how to lie, having for so long practiced the art of going round an round the truth without ever lying about it, or reaching it either.
Ursula K. Le GuinIt is because he comes from so far away that nothing can seperate us. Nothing, no distances, no years, can be greater than the distance that’s already between us, the distance of our sex, the differance of our being, our minds; that gap, that abyss which we bridge with a look, with a touch, with a word, the easiest thing in the world. Look how far away he is, asleep. Look how far away he is, he always is. But he comes back, he comes back, he comes back
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