One day is the day for moving on, and overnight, the next day, there is no more good in moving on, because you have come where you were going to.
Once you are there, once you walk through the wall with me, then as I see it you are one of us. We are responsible to you and you to us; you become an Anarresti, with the same options as all the other...
Old age isn’t a state of mind. It’s an existential situation. Would you say to a person paralyzed from the waist down, Oh, you aren’t a cripple! You’re only as paralyzed as you think you are! My cousi...
OfferingI made a poem goingto sleep last night, wokein sunlight, it was clean forgotten.If it was any good, godsof the great darknesswhere sleep goes and fartherdeath goes, you not named,then as true...
Of course there is no veneer, the process is one of growth, and primitiveness and civilization are degrees of the same thing. If civilization has an opposite, it is war. Of those two things, you have...
Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can’t step into the same river twice. Life – evolution – the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy – existence itself – is essentially c...
No, I don’t mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression. It grows in us, that fear. It grows in us...
No, I don't mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression.
No one else, no thing even, has an existence of its own for him; he sees the world only as a means to his end. It doesn’t make any difference if his end is good; means are all we’ve got …
Night falls; the traveler must pass down village streets, between the houses with yellow- lit windows, and on out into the darkness of the fields. Each alone, they go west or north, towards the mounta...
My race is very old, Ketho said. We have been civilized for a thousand millenia. We have histories of hundreds of those millenia. We have tried everything. Anarchism, with the rest. But have not trie...
Most best-sellers are written for readers who are willing to be passive consumers. The blurbs on their covers often highlight the coercive, aggressive power of the text—compulsive page-turner, gut-wre...
Minne oppaani ystävällisyydessään minut johdattavat, / Minä seuraan, seuraan kevyesti / eikä tomuun taaksemme / jää ainuttakaan jalanjälkeä.
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new. When it was made, they lay in each other's arms, holding love, asleep.
Light is the left hand of darkness.
Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light. Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way.
Life is a fight, and the strongest wins. All civilization does is hide the blood and cover up the hate with pretty words!
Lendas sobre previsões são comuns em toda a Família Humana. Deuses falam, espíritos falam, computadores falam.
La vida es posible sólo a causa de esa permanente e intolerable incertidumbre: no conocer lo que vendrá.
I’ve never liked the word blog—I suppose it is meant to stand for bio-log or something like that, but it sounds like a sodden tree trunk in a bog, or maybe an obstruction in the nasal passage (Oh, she...