Everything gives way before the recurring torment and festivity of passion. Auteur: Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Quote More from Ursula K. Le Guin “If women had power, what would men be but women who can't bear children? And wh…” “He laid his hands on her head, pushing back the hood. He began to speak. His vo…” “And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remembe…” “He was a hard shrewd jovial politician, whose acts of kindness served his inter…”