It is hard to meet a stranger. Even the greatest extravert meeting even the meekest stranger knows a certain dread, though he may not know he knows it. Will he make a fool of me wreck my image of myse...
I never knew anybody, anywhere I have been, who found life simple. I think a life or a time looks simple when you leave out the details, the way a planet looks smooth, from orbit.
War as a moral metaphor is limited, limiting, and dangerous. By reducing the choices of action to a war against whatever-it-is, you divide the world into Me or Us (good) and Them or It (bad) and reduc...
The sun itself was hidden, but there was a glitter on the horizon, almost like the dazzle of the crystal walls of the Undertomb, a kind of joyous shimmering off on the edge of the world. What is that?...
Cinders patter, falling with the snow. We creep infinitesimally northward through the dirty chaos of a world in the process of making itself. Praise then Creation unfinished!
Aeneas' mother is a star?No; a goddess.I said cautiously, Venus is the power that we invoke in spring, in the garden, when things begin growing. And we call the evening star Venus.He thought it over....
Sairin bana siirinde okudugu Troya'nin dususu hikayesinde kralin kizi Cassandra olacaklari onceden goruyor ve Troyalıların buyuk atı sehre sokmalarını onlemeye calisiyor, ama onu kimse dinlemiyordu: U...
His gentleness was uncompromising; because he would not compete for dominance, he was indomitable.
I think hard times are coming. We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries, the realists of a larger reality.
Our souls are old,often used before.The knife outlaststhe hand that holds it.
On the blank leaf glued to the inner back cover I drew the double curve within the circle, and blacked the yin half of the symbol, then pushed it back to my companion. 'Do you know that sign?' He look...
All that grieved me - that I was half one thing and half another and nothing wholly - was the sorrow of my childhood, but the strength and use of my life after I grew up.
We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very of...
Would you walk away from Omelas?
The fish in the creek said nothing. Fish never do. Few people know what fish think about injustice, or anything else.
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 or p...
A forest ecology is a delicate one. If the forest perishes, its fauna may go with it. The Athshean word for world is also the word for forest.
Which is better off, a lizard basking in the sun or a philosopher?
The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
His eyes saved him. What they insisted on seeing and reporting to him took him out of the autism of terror.