How did you get all this? Stole it, said the one-time prime minister of Karhide,
Honorifics and meaningless ritual phrases of greeting, leave-taking, permission-asking, and false gratitude, please, thank you, you're welcome, goodbye, fossil relics of primitive hypocrisy—all were s...
Hold fast to the one noble thing.
Here, the government can check not only act but thought. Surely no men should have such power over others.
Hector had no virtue? Of course he did. He won all his battles, till the last one. We all do, Aeneas remarked.
Hearth-brothers, or friends, he said, and saying it was remote, out of reach, two feet from me in a tent eight feet across. No answer to that. What is more arrogant than honesty? Cooled, I climbed int...
He was putting on his old clothes, and as he pulled the shirt over his head he saw the doctor stuff the blue and yellow sleeping clothes into the trash bin. Shevek puased, the collar still over his no...
He gave way to the fear that had come with her, the sense of the breaking of promises, the incoherence of Time. He broke.
Having intelligence, we must not act in ignorance. Having choice, we must not act without responsibility.
Have you never thought how danger must surround power as shadow does light?
Hate Orgoreyn? No, how should I? How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the s...
Happiness is based on a just discrimination of what is necessary, what is neither necessary nor destructive, and what is destructive
Go to bed; tired is stupid.
Go to bed; tired is stupid. Tomorrow
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Fulfillment, Shevek thought, is a function of time. The search for pleasure is circular, repetitive, atemporal, The variety seeking of the spectator, the thrill hunter, the sexually promiscuous, alway...
For to keep dark the mind of the mageborn, that is a dangerous thing.
For those who seek allegory, it must be maddening. (It must be allegory! Of course Frodo is Christ! - or is Gollum Christ?) for those whose grasp on reality is so tenuous that they crave ever-increasi...
For heroes do not make history—that is the historian’s job—but, passive, let themselves be borne along, swept up to the crest of the tide of change, of chance, of war.
Everything gives way before the recurring torment and festivity of passion.