The fact that everyone between seventeen and thirty-five or so is liable to be (as Nim put it) tied down to childbearing, implies that no one is quite so thoroughly tied down here as women, elsewhere...
The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.The artist whose medium is fiction does this The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.
Literature is a field a great many men consider theirs by right. Virginia Woolf committed successful competition in that field. She barely escaped the first and most effective punishment--omission fro...
Listen, Tenar. Heed me. You were the vessel of evil. The evil is poured out. It is done. It is buried in its own tomb. You were never made for cruelty and darkness; you were made to hold light, as a l...
Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.
Light is the left hand of darknessand darkness the right hand of light.Two are one, life and death, lyingtogether like lovers in kemmer,like hands joined together,like the end and the way.
Life in the auntring, or for a settled man, is repetitive, as I said; and so it can be dull. Nothing new happens. The mind always wants new happenings.
Laws are made against the impulse a people most fears in itself. Do not kill was the Shing's vaunted single Law. All else was permitted: which meant, perhaps, there was little else they really wanted...
Lanet olsun! dedi yüksek sesle. Pravca, küfür etmek için iyi bir dil değildi. Cinsellik pis bir şey olmayınca, günaha girme diye bir şey de olmayınca küfretmek zordur.
La luz es la mano de la izquierda de la oscuridad, y la oscuridad es la mano derecha de la luz.Las dos son una, vida y muerte, juntascomo amantes en kémmer, como manos unidas, como el término y el cam...
I’d rather get bad news from an honest man than lies from a flatterer,
It’s a good place for a child, the woods. You don’t learn much about people, but you learn silence. Patience. And that there’s nothing much to fear in the wilderness—less than there is on a farm or in...
It might derail and we'll all be killed. And if we do come to Aisnar? What's Aisnar? Mere hearsay.-—That's morbid, Kasimir said, glimpsing again the walls collapsing.-—No, exhilarating, his friend ans...
It is what it looks like and is called. A jail. it is not a front for something else, not a facade, not a pseudonym. It is real, the real thing, the thing behind the words.
It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in wh...
It is a terrible thing, this kindness that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we en...
It is a terrible thing, this kindess that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end...
It is a durable, ubiquitous, specious metaphor, that one about veneer (or paint, or pliofilm, or whatever) hiding the nobler reality beneath. It can conceal a dozen fallacies at once. One of the most...
It exists, Shevek said, spreading out his hands. It’s real. I can call it a misunderstanding, but I can’t pretend that it doesn’t exist, or will ever cease to exist. Suffering is the condition on whic...
It doesn’t make any difference if his end is good; means are all we’ve got