White-skinned,
Never had a gift but one, to know when the great wheel gives to a touch, to know and act. I had thought that foresight lost, last year in Erhenrang, and never to be regained. A great delight it was to...
My heart told me incontrovertibly that neither gender could go far without the other. So, in my story, neither the woman nor the man can get free without the other.
If I wanted to be the center of the universe I’d have a dog.
Figurines and souvenirs and kickshaws and mementos and gewgaws and bric-a-brac, everything either useless to begin with or ornamented so as to disguise its use; acres of luxuries, acres of excrement.
But you're not a traitor, you've merely been the tool of one. I don't punish tools. They do harm only in the hands of a bad workman.
Assumed that if you removed a human being’s natural incentive to work—his initiative, his spontaneous creative energy—and replaced it with external motivation and coercion, he would become a lazy and...
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.
You cannot take what you have not given, and you must give yourself. You cannot buy the Revolution. You cannot make the Revolution. You can only be the Revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhe...
You can't change anything from the outside in. Standing apart, looking down, talking the overview, you see pattern. What's wrong, what's missing. You want to fix it. But you can't patch it. You have t...
You are all in jail. Each alone, solitary, with a heap of what he owns. You live in prison, die in prison. It is all I can see in your eyes – the walls, the walls!
Words are the wings both intellect and imagination fly on.
Women used and did what there was to use and do, but men shunned and despised a great many things, such as wicker chairs and cooking and storytelling, depriving themselves of many skills and pleasures...
While we read a novel, we are insane - bonkers.
Where do you get your ideas from, Ms Le Guin? From forgetting Dostoyevsky and reading road signs backwards, naturally. Where else?
When all ways are lost the way is clear.
What is hard is to keep alive on a world you don't belong to.
What is a woman's power then? she asked.I don't think we know.When has a woman power because she's a woman? With her children, I suppose. For a while...In her house, maybe.She looked around the kitche...
What happens to a man who just won't cooperate?Well, he moves on. The others get tired of him, you know. They make fun of him, or they get rough with him, beat him up . . .