Greed puts out the sun.
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.
Estraven asleep looked a little stupid, like everyone asleep.
Ebediyet beni ilgilendirmez. Ben bir meşeyim, ne bir eksik ne bir fazla. Bir görevim var ve yerine getiriyorum; hoşlandığım şeyler var ve onlardan keyif alıyorum. Gerçi sayıca azaldılar. Çünkü kuşlar...
Do you know how to read?' 'No. It is one of the black arts.' He nodded. 'But a useful one,' he said.
Darkness is only in the mortal eye, that thinks it sees, but sees not.
Darkness is only in the mortal eye, that thinks it sees, but sees not. In the Sight of Meshe there is no darkness. Therefore those that call upon the darkness† are made fools of and spat out from the...
Contrast J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye. The author adopts the childish view of adults as inhumanly powerful and uncomprehending, and never goes beyond it; and so his novel, published for adults,...
Can women operate as women in a male institution without becoming imitation men?
But was not a theory of which all the elements were provably true a simple tautology? In the region of the unprovable, or even the disprovable, lay the only chance for breaking out of the circle and g...
But I liked the writing better. I could make it look beautiful. I could keep it. The spoken words just went out like the wind, and you always had to say them all over again to keep them alive. But the...
But I guess I can't, or my subconscious can't, even imagine a warless world. The best it can do is substitute one kind of war for another. You said, no killing of humans by other humans. So I dreamed...
Boris Pasternak said that poetry makes itself from the relationship between the sounds and the meanings of words.
Bedap, who had been putting on weight at the waist and was serious about exercise, was trotting earnestly around the playing field. The others were sitting on a dusty bank under trees, getting their e...
Because she too was an Odonian, and the separation of means and ends was, to her too, false. For her as for him, there was no end. There was process: process was all. You could go in a promising direc...
As a child in Atuan, Tenar had learned how to learn. There seemed always to be a great deal to be learned, more than she would have believed when she was a prentice-priestess or the pupil of a mage.
Art is not a horse race. Literature is not the Olympics. The hell with The Great American Novel. We have all the great novels we need right now—and right now some man or woman is writing a new one we...
Anyhow they’re always exceptions. But most women, their only relationship to a man is having. Either owning or being owned.
And she told me the same thing, she said that when I came back in the winter, she was going to miss missing me....
And in poetry, beauty is no ornament; it is the meaning. It is the truth.