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 era él quien hacía las cosas: las cosas lo hacían a él. Había estado en manos de otra gente. La voluntad no había actuado. No había tenido necesidad de actuar. La voluntad había estado en el comien...
My mother was mad, but I was not. My father was old, but I was young. Like Spartan Hellen, I caused a war. She caused hers by letting men who wanted her take her. I caused mine because I wouldn't be g...
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...
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.
Lord Berosty rem ir Ipe came to Thangering Fastness and offered forty beryls and half the year’s yield from his orchards as the price of a Foretelling, and the price was acceptable. He set his questio...
Life is a fight, and the strongest wins. All civilization does is hide the blood and cover up the hate with pretty words!
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...
It’s queer that daylight’s not enough. We need the shadows, in order to walk.
It was more than dignity. Integrity? Wholeness? Like a block of wood not carved. The infinite possibility, the unlimited and unqualified wholeness of being of the uncommitted, the nonacting, the uncar...
It might seem strange that on an island fifty miles wide, in a village under cliffs that stare out forever on the sea, a child may grow to manhood never having stepped in a boat or dipped his finger i...
It is our suffering that brings us together.
It is our Puritanism, insisting that discipline means repression or punishment, which confuses the subject. To discipline something, in the proper sense of the word, does not mean to repress it, but t...
It is because he comes from so far away that nothing can seperate us. Nothing, no distances, no years, can be greater than the distance that’s already between us, the distance of our sex, the differan...
It goes right back to the idea of the Power of Positive Thinking, which is so strong in America because it fits in so well with the Power of Commercial Advertising and with the Power of Wishful Thinki...
Ini and Aevi were entranced by his description of a curriculum that included farming, cparnetry, sewage reclamation, printing, plumbing, road mending, playwriting, and al the other occupations of the...
In war everybody is a prisoner.
In the big, crowded, noisy room where golden suns swam on the walls and the years and Years were told on golden dials, he searched for the alien, the stranger, his wife.