For if it's all the rest of us who are killed by the suicide, it's himself whom the murderer kills; only he has to do is over, and over, and over.

For if it's all the rest of us who are killed by the suicide, it's himself whom the murderer kills; only he has to do is over, and over, and over.
To learn a belief without the belief is to sing a song without the tune.
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.
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.
To think that realistic fiction is by definition superior to imaginative fiction is to think imitation is superior to invention.
Well said AI! Well said!
#hmm #ursulakleguin #google #dumbAI
Yet a greater, unlearned skill he possessed, which was the art of kindness.
A man wants his virility regarded. A woman wants her femininity appreciated, however indirect and subtle the indications of regard and appreciation. [Here] one is respected and judged only as a human being. It is an appalling experience.
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.
The story is not in the plot but in the telling.
I was in too much haste, and now have no time left.
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
Gradually the healing took place, seeming as it always does that it wasn't taking place.
To light a candle is to cast a shadow...
I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after 'semicolons,' and another one after 'now.
Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky.
The explorer who will not come back or send back his ships to tell his tale is not an explorer, only an adventurer; and his sons are born in exile.
The king was pregnant.
The story is not in the plot but in the telling.
Without war there are no heroes."
"What harm would that be?"
"Oh, Lavinia, what a woman's question that is.