Can true function arise from basic dysfunction?
Ursula K. Le GuinTag: anarchism
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Hardly anybody ever writes anything nice about introverts. Extroverts rule. This is rather odd when you realise that about nineteen writers out of twenty are introverts. We are been taught to be ashamed of not being 'outgoing'. But a writer's job is ingoing.
Ursula K. Le GuinTag: writing-life
For discipline is the channel in which our acts run strong and deep; where there is no direction, the deeds of men run shallow and wander and are wasted.
Ursula K. Le GuinTag: fantasy
Her concern with landscapes and living creatures was passionate. This concern, feebly called, "the love of nature" seemed to Shevek to be something much broader than love. There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus. It was strange to see Takver take a leaf into her hand, or even a rock. She became an extension of it, it of her.
Ursula K. Le GuinTag: nature death fantasy science-fiction the-dispossessed
The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself.
Ursula K. Le GuinTag: self-awareness question
There's nothing wrong with me...except acute chronic fear.
Ursula K. Le GuinSo rest a while, we can talk in the cool of the evening. Or the cool of the morning. There 's seldom as much hurry as I used to think there was."
-Hawk
Who had been Archmage
The Other Wind
Tag: fantasy
Compare the torrent and the glacier. Both get where they are going.
Ursula K. Le GuinAs often as we made love I remembered what my poet told me, that this man was born of a goddess, the force that moves the stars and the waves of the sea and couples the animals in the fields in spring, the power of passion, the light of the evening star.
Ursula K. Le GuinTag: passion poetry mythology goddess
Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it. We can change our life, our being; no matter what our will is, we are changed. As the moon changes yet is one, so we are virgin, wife, mother, grandmother. For all their restlessness, men are who they are; once they put on the man's toga they will not change again; so they make a virtue of that rigidity and resist whatever might soften it and set them free.
Ursula K. Le GuinTag: historical sexes
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