Ursula K. Le Guin
Ursula K. Le Guin
Ursula Kroeber Le Guinis an American author of novels, children's books, and short stories, mainly in the genres of fantasy and science fiction. She has also written poetry and essays. First published in the 1960s, her work has often depicted futuristic or imaginary alternative worlds in politics, the natural environment, gender, religion, sexuality and ethnography...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth21 October 1929
CountryUnited States of America
dark light hands
It is yin and yang. Light is the left hand of darkness ... how did it go? Light, dark. Fear, courage. Cold, warmth. Female, male. It is yourself ... both and one. A shadow on snow.
work heart useless
It is useless work that darkens the heart.
war spring winter
Men who fight wars in winter don't live till spring.
life depression sleep
I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.
truth lying writing
Fiction writers, at least in their braver moments, do desire the truth: to know it, speak it, serve it. But they go about it in a peculiar and devious way, which consists in inventing persons, places, and events which never did and never will exist or occur, and telling about these fictions in detail and at length and with a great deal of emotion, and then when they are done writing down this pack of lies, they say, There! That's the truth!
stealing theft property
Where there's property, there's theft.
enlightenment pay elegance
Elegance is a small price to pay for enlightenment, and I was glad to pay it.
space may
Very seldom do you come upon a space, a time like this, between act and act, when you may stop and simply be.
journey cells starting-over
The search for pleasure is circular, repetitive, atemporal. The variety seeking of the spectator, the thrill hunter, the sexually promiscuous, always ends in the same place. It has an end. It comes to the end and has to start over. It is not a journey and return, but a closed cycle, a locked room, a cell.
art real doe
Art is craft: all art is always and essentially a work of craft: but in the true work of art, before the craft and after it, is some essential durable core of being, which is what the craft works on, and shows, and sets free. The statue in the stone. How does the artist find that, see it, before it's visible? That is a real question.
betrayal men names
It is hard, I found, to be called traitor. Strange how hard it is, for it's an easy name to call another man.
hate fighting winning
The same old hypocrisy. Life is a fight, and the strongest wins. All civilization does is hide the blood and cover up the hate with pretty words!
Success is somebody else's failure.
home long
You can go home again ... so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.