Ursula K. Le Guin

“She waved through the dirty window from her seat as the train started up. I did not do the ape act. I stood there and did the human act as well as possible.”

“And I saw then again, and for good, what I had always been afraid to see, and had pretended not to see in him: that he was a woman as well as a man. Any need to explain the sources of that fear vanished with the fear; what I was left with was, at last, acceptance of him as he was.”

“What is more arrogant than honesty?”

“Estraven asleep looked a little stupid, like everyone asleep.”

“They tended to be stolid, slovenly, heavy, and to my eyes effeminate - not in the sense of delicacy, etc., but in just the opposite sense: a gross, bland fleshiness, a bovinity without point or edge.”

“Our entire pattern of socio-sexual interaction is nonexistent here. They cannot play the game. They do not see one another as men or women. This is almost impossible for our imagination to accept. What is the first question we ask about a newborn baby?”

“You don't see yet, Genry, why we perfected and practice Fortelling?" "No...""To exhibit the perfect uselessness of knowing the answer to the wrong question.”

“Karhiders discuss sexual matters freely, and talk about kemmer with both reverence and gusto, but they are reticent about discussing perversion - at least they were with me. Excessive prolongation of the kemmer period, with permanent hormonal imbalance toward the male or the female, causes what they call perversion; it is not rare; three or four percent of adults may be physiological perverts or abnormals - normals, by our standard. They are not excluded from society, but they are tolerated with some disdain, as homosexuals are in many bisexual societies, the Karhidish slang for them is halfdeads. They are sterile.”

“Her concern with landscapes and living creatures was passionate. This concern, feebly called, "the love of nature" seemed to Shevek to be something much broader than love. There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus. It was strange to see Takver take a leaf into her hand, or even a rock. She became an extension of it, it of her.”

“For discipline is the channel in which our acts run strong and deep; where there is no direction, the deeds of men run shallow and wander and are wasted.”

“Sólo una pregunta tiene respuesta, Genry, y ya conocemos la respuesta... La vida es posible sólo a causa de esa permanente e intolerable incertidumbre: no conocer lo que vendrá”

“No sirve de nada tener una respuesta cuando la pregunta está equivocada.”

“Can true function arise from basic dysfunction?”

“In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.”

“The hunger of a dragon is slow to wake, but hard to sate.”

“Όπως βλέπεις, Άρεν, μια πράξη δεν είναι, όπως συχνά νομίζουν οι νέοι, σαν μια πέτρα, που κάποιος σηκώνει και πετάει, και πετυχαίνει ή αστοχεί, κι αυτό είναι όλο. Όταν σηκώνεις αυτή την πέτρα, η γη γίνεται ελαφρότερη και το χέρι που την βαστά γίνεται βαρύτερο. Όταν την πετάς, τα κυκλώματα των άστρων ανταποκρίνονται, κι όπου χτυπήσει ή πέσει το σύμπαν μεταβάλλεται. Με κάθε πράξη διακυβεύεται η ισορροπία του συνόλου. Οι άνεμοι και οι θάλασσες, οι δυνάμεις του νερού, του εδάφους και του φωτός, τα ζώα και τα φυτά, και όλα όσα κάνουν, είναι καλά και σωστά καμωμένα. Γιατί όλα τους δρουν μέσα στο πλαίσιο της Ισορροπίας. Από τον τυφώνα και το σάλπισμα της μεγάλης φάλαινας, μέχρι την πτώση ενός ξεραμένου φύλου και το πέταγμα της σκνίπας· όλα γίνονται με γνώμονα την ισορροπία του συνόλου. Αλλά εμείς, στο βαθμό που έχουμε εξουσία πάνω στο σύμπαν και ο ένας πάνω στον άλλον, πρέπει να μαθαίνουμε να κάνουμε αυτό που το φύλλο και η φάλαινα και ο άνεμος κάνουν από τη φύση τους. Πρέπει να μαθαίνουμε να διατηρούμε την ισορροπία. Αφού διαθέτουμε ευφυΐα, δεν πρέπει να δρούμε από άγνοια. Αφού έχουμε επιλογές, δεν πρέπει να συμπεριφερόμαστε ανεύθυνα.”

“Even in merely reading a fairytale, we must let go our daylight convictions and trust ourselves to be guided by dark figures, in silence; and when we come back, it may be very hard to describe where we have been.”

“When mind uses itself without the hands it runs the circle and may go too fast.... The hand that shapes the mind into clay or written word slows thought to the gait of things and lets it be subject to accident and time. Purity is on the edge of evil, they say.”

“Self-satisfaction with the inability to remain conscious when faced with printed matter seems misplaced.”

“I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.”

“―No entiendo por qué hay expertos en esvis que se alistan como voluntarios para una Colonia Abierta. Tú no ignoras que la gente que estás estudiando va a ser explotada, y probablemente exterminada. Es algo que está en la naturaleza humana, y sabes que eso no puedes cambiarlo. ¿Por qué entonces vienes a observar qué pasa? ¿Masoquismo?―No sé qué es la "naturaleza humana". Quizá sea parte de esa naturaleza humana dejar descripciones de aquello que exterminamos. ¿Es tanto más agradable para un ecólogo, realmente?”

“―El mundo siempre es nuevo ―dijo Coro Mena― por muy viejas que sean sus raíces. Selver, ¿qué pasa entonces con esas criaturas? Parecen hombres y hablan como hombres. ¿No son hombres?―No lo sé. ¿Acaso el hombre mata al hombre, excepto en un ataque de locura? ¿Acaso mata la bestia a los de su especie? Sólo los insectos. Estos yumenos nos matan con la misma indiferencia con que nosotros matamos víboras. El que me enseñó a mí decía que se matan unos a otros, en disputas individuales, y también en grupos, como las hormigas cuando pelean. Eso yo no lo he visto. Pero sé que no escuchan a quienes piden clemencia. Asestan golpes de gracia sobre la cabeza gacha, ¡yo lo he visto! Hay en ellos necesidad de matar, y por eso me pareció natural condenarlos a muerte.”

“―En ese curso de Historia Aplicada que seguí cuando me preparaba para el Allá Lejos, decían que la esclavitud nunca dio resultado. Que era antieconómica.―De acuerdo, pero esto no es esclavitud, mi querido Ok. Los esclavos son seres humanos. Cuando crían vacas, ¿llamas a eso esclavitud? No. Y da resultado.”

“No entendían que uno tiene que ponerse del lado de los ganadores, o perder. Y es el hombre el que gana, siempre. El viejo conquistador.”

“Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.”

“Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?”

“He explained to Atro that he now understood why the army was organized as it was. It was indeed quite necessary. No rational form of organization would serve the purpose. He simply had not understood that the purpose was to enable men with machine guns to kill unarmed men and women easily and in great quantities when told to do so. Only he still could not see where courage, or manliness, or fitness entered in.”

“...Vermediğimiz şeyi alamazsınız, kendinizi vermeniz gerekir. Devrim'i satın alamazsınız. Devrim'i yapamazsınız. Devrim olabilirsiniz ancak. Devrim ya ruhunuzdadır ya da hiç bir yerde değildir.”

“It's a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you've been to all the places you don't need to be.”

“...close up, a world's all dirt and rocks... The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful life is, is from the vantage point of death.”

“He tried to read an elementary economics text; it bored him past endurance, it was like listening to somebody interminably recounting a long and stupid dream. He could not force himself to understand how banks functioned and so forth, because all the operations of capitalism were as meaningless to him as the rites of a primitive religion, as barbaric, as elaborate, and as unnecessary. In a human sacrifice to deity there might be at least a mistaken and terrible beauty; in the rites of the moneychangers, where greed, laziness, and envy were assumed to move all men's acts, even the terrible became banal.”

“I know who I was, I can tell you who I may have been, but I am, now, only in this line of words I write. I'm not sure of the nature of my existence, and wonder to find myself writing.”

“Owning is owing, having is hoarding.”

“We have nothing but our freedom. We have nothing to give you but your own freedom. We have no law but the single principle of mutual aid between individuals. We have no government but the single principle of free association. We have no states, no nations, no presidents, no premiers, no chiefs, no generals, no bosses, no bankers, no landlords, no wages, no charity, no police, no soldiers, no wars. Nor do we have much else. We are sharers, not owners. We are not prosperous. None of us is rich. None of us is powerful. If it is Anarres you want, if it is the future you seek, then I tell you that you must come to it with empty hands. You must come to it alone, and naked, as the child comes into the world, into his future, without any past, without any property, wholly dependent on other people for his life. You cannot take what you have not given, and you must give yourself. You cannot buy the Revolution. You cannot make the Revolution. You can only be the Revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.”

“To see a candle's light one must take it into a dark place.”

“Minne oppaani ystävällisyydessään minut johdattavat, / Minä seuraan, seuraan kevyesti / eikä tomuun taaksemme / jää ainuttakaan jalanjälkeä.”

“The prisoner is the jailer's jailer.”

“This concern, feebly called 'love of nature', seemed to Shevek to be something much broader than love. There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.”

“Fantasy is not antirational, but pararational; not realistic but surrealistic, a heightening of reality. In Freud's terminology, it employs primary not secondary process thinking. It employs archetypes which, as Jung warned us, are dangerous things. Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.”

“There is no kingdom like the forests.”

“You have to help another person. But it's not right to play God with masses of people. To be God you have to know what you're doing. And to do any good at all, just believing you're right and your motives are good isn't enough.”

“We're in the world, not against it. It doesn't work to try to standoutside things and run them, that way. It just doesn't work, it goes against life. There is a way but you have to follow it. The world is, no matter how we think it ought to be. You have to be with it. You have to let it be.”

“A person who believes, as she did, that things fit: that there is a whole of which one is a part, and that in being a part one is whole: such a person has no desire whatever, at any time, to play God. Only those who have denied their being yearn to play at it.”

“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 uncarved: the being who, being nothing but himself, is everything.”

“The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.”

“He had been taught as a child that Urras was a festering mass of inequity, iniquity, and waste. But all the people he met, and all the people he saw, in the smallest country village, were well dressed, well fed, and contrary to his expectations, industrious. They did not stand about sullenly waiting to be ordered to do things. Just like Anaresti, they were simply busy getting things done. It puzzled him. He had assumed that if you removed a human being's natural incentive to work -- his initiative, his spontaneous creative energy -- and replaced it with external motivation and coercion, he would become a lazy and careless worker. But no careless workers kept those lovely farmlands, or made the superb cars and comfortable trains. The lure and compulsion of profit was evidently a much more effective replacement of the natural initiative than he had been led to believe.”

“They praised his modesty and did not listen to him, for listening is a rare gift, and men will have their heroes.”

“There was a wall. It did not look important. It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared. An adult could look right over it, and even a child could climb it. Where it crossed the roadway, instead of having a gate it degenerated into mere geometry, a line, an idea of boundary. But the idea was real. It was important. For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall.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.”

“For in this love he now felt there was compassion: without which love is untempered, and is not whole, and does not last.”

“The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak a mile above the storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for wizards.”