You don’t see yet, Genry, why we perfected and practice Foretelling? No— To exhibit the perfect uselessness of knowing the answer to the wrong question. I
Would you really like to live in a society where you have no responsibility and no freedom, no choice, only the false option of obedience to the law, or disobedience followed by punishment? Would you...
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...
Wold felt sorry for him, as he often did for young men, who have not seen how passion and plan over and over are wasted, how their lives and acts are wasted between desire and fear.
With the myth of the State out of the way, the real mutuality and reciprocity of society and individual became clear. Sacrifice might be demanded of the individual, but never compromise: for though on...
Why hadn’t she been a detective instead of a goddamn stupid third-class civil rights lawyer? She hated the law. It took an aggressive, assertive personality. She didn’t have it. She had a sneaky, sly,...
Who would be an artist if they did not believe that that happens? If they did not know it happens, because they have felt the god within them use their tongue, their hands? Maybe only once, once in th...
Who do you think is lying to us? Shevek demanded. Placid, Bedap met his gaze. Who, brother? Who but ourselves?
Who am I? Laia muttered to her invisible audience, and they knew the answer and told it to her with one voice. She was the little girl with scabby knees, sitting on the doorstep staring down through t...
Where do you get your ideas from, Ms Le Guin? From forgetting Dostoyevsky and reading road signs backwards, naturally. Where else?
When you have nothing to pray for, that’s when Luck hears you. If
When there’s no social pressure behind it, respectful behavior becomes a decision, an individual choice.
When mind uses itself without the hands it runs the circle and may go too fast.... The hand that shapes the mind into clay or written word slows thought to the gait of things and lets it be subject to...
When he found that the administrators were upset, he laughed. Do they expect students not to be anarchists? he said. What else can the young be? When you are on the bottom, you must organize from the...
When at last I learned forgetting, I learned it very quickly and all too well.
When all ways are lost the way is clear.
What's wrong with men? Tenar inquired cautiously.As cautiously, lowering her voice, Moss replied, I don't know, my dearie. I've thought on it. Often I've thought on it. The best I can say it is like t...
What is his purpose, then? I don’t know. Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our lif...
What is hard is to keep alive on a world you don't belong to.
What is evil? asked the younger man. The round web, with its black center, seemed to watch them both. A web we men weave. Ged answered.