And he would watch the snow falling, thin and ceaseless, on the empty lands below the window, and feel the dull cold grow within him, till it seemed no feeling was left to him except a kind of wearine...
And he began to see the truth, that Ged had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man: who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used...
An enemy, in Karhide, is not a stranger, an invader. The stranger who comes unknown is a guest. Your enemy is your neighbor.
A rock is a good thing, too, you know. If the Isles of Earthsea were all made of diamond, we'd lead a hard life here. Enjoy the illusions, lad, and let the rocks be rocks.
A lot of snow out of one cloud, and it grows thicker.
Fantasy is not antirational, but pararational; not realistic but surrealistic, a heightening of reality. In Freud's terminology, it employs primary not secondary process thinking. It employs archetype...
In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we're done with it, we may find - if it...
It had never occurred to me before that music and thinking are so much alike. In fact you could say music is another way of thinking, or maybe thinking is another kind of music.
Όπως βλέπεις, Άρεν, μια πράξη δεν είναι, όπως συχνά νομίζουν οι νέοι, σαν μια πέτρα, που κάποιος σηκώνει και πετάει, και πετυχαίνει ή αστοχεί, κι αυτό είναι όλο. Όταν σηκώνεις αυτή την πέτρα, η γη γίν...
¿Cómo odia uno a un país, o lo ama? Tibe habla de eso; yo no soy capaz. Conozco gente, conozco ciudades, granjas, montañas y ríos y piedras, conozco cómo se pone el sol en otoño del lado de un cierto...
The good cat with bad paws. The paws get him into trouble and cause loud shouting and scoldings and seizures and removals, which the good cat endures with patient good humor— What are they carrying on...
The entity of twenty-five, where it was warmest. We did not struggle for the warm place, we simply were in it each night. It is a terrible thing, this kindness that human beings do not lose. Terrible,...
Stepped out of the tent on to nothing. Sledge and tent were there, Estraven stood beside me, but neither he nor I cast any shadow. There was dull light all around, everywhere. When he walked on the cr...
Sentences aren’t. They go on and on, all full of syntax and qualifying clauses and confusing references and getting old. And that brings up the real proof of what a mess I have made of being a man: I...
Ou have great power inborn in you, and you used that power wrongly, to work a spell over which you had no control, not knowing how that spell affects the balance of light and dark, life and death, goo...
Moieties
And none could cry Murder, but only Justice done.
You have nothing. You posses nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.
You fear them because you fear death, and rightly: for death is terrible and must be feared,' the mage said...'And life is also a terrible thing,' Ged said, 'and must be feared and praised.
Words are the wings both intellect and imagination fly on.