Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.

Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.
The machine conceals the machinations.
A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.
If civilization has an opposite, it is war.
I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.
There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.
To make a thief, make an owner; to create crime, create laws.
I was in too much haste, and now have no time left.
As often as we made love I remembered what my poet told me, that this man was born of a goddess, the force that moves the stars and the waves of the sea and couples the animals in the fields in spring, the power of passion, the light of the evening star.
Gradually the healing took place, seeming as it always does that it wasn't taking place.
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.
Freedom is never very safe.
I always wondered why the makers leave housekeeping and cooking out of their tales. Isn't it what all the great wars and battles are fought for -- so that at day's end a family may eat together in a peaceful house?
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
If your strength is only the other's weakness, you live in fear,
You fear them because you fear death, and rightly: for death is terrible and must be feared,' the mage said...'And life is also a terrible thing,' Ged said, 'and must be feared and praised.
To be whole is to be part;
true voyage is return.
I can never get used to the fact, though I know it, that women are born cynics. Men have to learn cynicism. Infant girls could teach it to them.
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.
What good is power when you're too wise to use it?