A meaningless question has only meaningless answers.
Almost everything carried to its logical extreme becomes either depressing or carcinogenic.
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.
When I was young I had to choose between the life of being and the life of doing. And I leapt at the latter like a trout to a fly. But each deed you do, each act, binds you to itself and to its conseq...
What was and what may be lie, like children whose faces we cannot see, in the arms of silence. All we have is here, now.
To oppose something is to maintain it. They say here all roads lead to Mishnory. To be sure, if you turn your back on Mishnory and walk away from it, you are still on the Mishnory road. To oppose vulg...
They have nothing to give. They have no power of making. All their power is to darken and destroy. They cannot leave this place; they are this place; and it should be left to them. They should not be...
There was a wall. It did not look important. It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared. An adult could look right over it, and even a child could climb it. Where it crossed the roadway, instead of...
Tenar, I go where I am sent. I follow my calling. It has not yet let me stay in any land for long. Do you see that? I do what I must do. Where I go, I must go alone. So long as you need me, I’ll be wi...
Solitude was his fate; he was trapped in his heredity.
She the stranger, the foreigner, of alien blood and mind, did not share his power or his conscience or his knowledge or his exile. She shared nothing at all with him, but had met him and joined with h...
Realism is for lazy-minded, semi-educated people whose atrophied imagination allows them to appreciate only the most limited and convention subject matter. Re-Fi is a repetitive genre written by unima...
Orr had a tendency to assume that people knew what they were doing, perhaps because he generally assumed that he did not.
No, I don't understand him, but he is worth listening to.
It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.
It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry.
I never knew anybody . . . who found life simple. I think a life or a time looks simple when you leave out the details.
His themes were not pride and love at all, though he used the words perpetually; as he used them they meant self-praise and hate. He talked a great deal about Truth also, for he was, he said, cutting...
For a word to be spoken, there must be silence. Before, and after.
Can you walk the road your dream goes?Sometimes. Sometimes I am afraid to.Who is not....