To oppose something is to maintain it. They say here all roads to Mishnory. To be sure, if you turn back on Mishnory and walk away from it, you are still on the Mishnory road. To oppose vulgarity is i...
To go under a river: there’s a strange thing to do, a really weird idea.
To die is to lose the self and rejoin the rest.
To die is to lose the self and rejoin the rest. He had kept himself, and lost the rest.
To break a rule you have to know the rule. A blunder is not a revolution.
To be the man he can be, Ged has to find out who and what his real enemy is. He has to find out what it means to be himself. That requires not a war but a search and a discovery. The search takes him...
To be reborn one must die, Tenar. It is not so hard as it looks from the other side.
Though I had been nearly two years on Winter I was still far from being able to see the people of the planet through their own eyes. I tried to, but my efforts took the form of self-consciously seeing...
They were my age, but we’d reached our age by different roads. What
They way one does research into nonexistent history is to tell the story and find out what happened. I believe this isn't very different from what historians of the so-called real world do. Even if we...
They think if people can possess enough things they will be content to live in prison. But I will not believe that. I want the walls down. I want solidarity, human solidarity.
They say one gets used to being a millionaire; so after a year or two a human being begins to get used to being a woman.
They just came to look, as if she were the Great Tower in Rodarred, or the Canyon of the Tulaevea. A phenomenon, a monument. They were awed, adoring. She snarled at them: Think your own thoughts!
There's one way to make a baby. If you know another, you can do it with somebody else!
There were several completely mysterious electrical devices connected with the washstand, and the water valve did not cut off when you released the faucet but kept pouring out until shut off—a sign, S...
There was no more room in the world for whole people, they took up too much space. What she had done to him was only a part of the general program for cutting him and people like him down to size, for...
There is nothing, the Ice says, but Ice. – But the young volcano there to northward has another word it thinks of saying.
There are two kinds of knowledge, local and universal. There are two kinds of time,local and historical.
Then I saw . . . you see . . . I saw that you can't do anything for anybody. We can't save each other. Or ourselves.
Then Ged pitied her. She was like a white deer caged, like a white bird wing-clipped, like a silver ring in an old man's finger.