Ursula K. Le Guin

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All of us have to learn how to invent our lives, make them up, imagine them. We need to be taught these skills; we need guides to show us how. If we don't, our lives get made up for us by other people.

Ursula K. Le Guin (born 21 October 1929) is a US-based author, known mostly for writing science fiction and fantasy.

See also: The Dispossessed.

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When true myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life.
Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby.
I know that to clinch a point is to close it. To leave the reader free to decide what your work means, that’s the real art; it makes the work inexhaustible.
  • It did not matter, after all. He was only one man. One man's fate is not important.
    "If it is not, what is?"
    He could not endure those remembered words.
  • Truth, as ever, avoids the stranger
    • Zove, master of the house, in City of Illusions (1967), p. 5
  • Between thought and spoken word is a gap where intention can enter, the symbol twisted aside, and the lie come to be.
    • City of Illusions (1967), Ch. 2
  • The game must be played, and played their way, though they made all the rules and had all the skill. His ineptitude did not matter. His honesty did. He was staked now totally on one belief: that an honest man cannot be cheated, that truth, if the game be played through right to the end, will lead to truth.
    • City of Illusions (1967), Ch. 7
  • We of Es Toch tell a little myth, which says that in the beginning the Creator told a great lie. For there was nothing at all, but the Creator spoke, saying, It exists. And behold, in order that the lie of God might be God's truth, the universe at once began to exist.
    • City of Illusions (1967), Ch. 7
  • True myth may serve for thousands of years as an inexhaustible source of intellectual speculation, religious joy, ethical inquiry, and artistic renewal. The real mystery is not destroyed by reason. The fake one is. You look at it and it vanishes. You look at the Blond Hero — really look — and he turns into a gerbil. But you look at Apollo, and he looks back at you. The poet Rilke looked at a statue of Apollo about fifty years ago, and Apollo spoke to him. “You must change your life,” he said. When true myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life.
    • "Myth and Archetype in Science Fiction" (1976)
  • The artist deals in what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.
    • Introduction to The Left Hand of Darkness (1976)
  • I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.
    • Introduction to The Left Hand of Darkness (1976)
  • I have never found anywhere, in the domain of art, that you don't have to walk to. (There is quite an array of jets, buses and hacks which you can ride to Success; but that is a different destination.) It is a pretty wild country. There are, of course, roads. Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction — you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart.
    • The Language of the Night (1979)
  • Belief in heaven and hell is a big deal in Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, and some forms of doctrinaire Buddhism. For the rest of us it’s simply meaningless. We don’t live in order to die, we live in order to live.
  • My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.
    • "The Creatures on My Mind" in Unlocking the Air and Other Stories (1996), p. 65
  • All of us have to learn how to invent our lives, make them up, imagine them. We need to be taught these skills; we need guides to show us how. If we don't, our lives get made up for us by other people.
    • The Operating Instructions in The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer, the Reader, and the Imagination (2004)
  • To think that realistic fiction is by definition superior to imaginative fiction is to think imitation is superior to invention.
    • The Question I Get Asked Most Often in The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer, the Reader, and the Imagination (2004)
  • What's to gain by silence?
    • Cannoc, in Gifts (2004)
  • Whenever they tell me children want this sort of book and children need this sort of writing, I am going to smile politely and shut my earlids. I am a writer, not a caterer. There are plenty of caterers. But what children most want and need is what we and they don't know they want and don't think they need, and only writers can offer it to them.
  • The notion that a story has a message assumes that it can be reduced to a few abstract words, neatly summarized in a school or college examination paper or a brisk critical review.
    • "A Message About Messages" in CBC Magazine
  • No truth can make another truth untrue.
    All knowledge is part of the whole knowledge.
    Once you have seen the larger pattern,
    You cannot get back to seeing the part as the whole.
    • Four Ways to Forgiveness (1996)
You must not change one thing, one pebble, one grain of sand, until you know what good and evil will follow on that act. The world is in balance, in Equilibrium. A wizard's power of Changing and Summoning can shake the balance of the world. It is dangerous, that power. It is most perilous. It must follow knowledge, and serve need. To light a candle is to cast a shadow.

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[edit] A Wizard of Earthsea (1968)

  • To hear, one must be silent.
    • Chapter 2 (Ogion)
  • Have you never thought how danger must surround power as shadow does light?
    • Chapter 2 (Ogion)
  • You must not change one thing, one pebble, one grain of sand, until you know what good and evil will follow on that act. The world is in balance, in Equilibrium. A wizard's power of Changing and Summoning can shake the balance of the world. It is dangerous, that power. It is most perilous. It must follow knowledge, and serve need. To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
    • Chapter 3 (Master Hand)
  • Go to bed; tired is stupid.
    • Chapter 4 (Kurremkarmerruk)
  • You thought, as a boy, that a mage is one who can do anything. So I thought, once. So did we all. And the truth is that as a man’s real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he must do...
    • Chapter 4 (The Master Summoner)
  • The hunger of a dragon is slow to wake, but hard to sate.
    • Chapter 5
  • From that time forth he believed that the wise man is one who never sets himself apart from other living things, whether they have speech or not, and in later years he strove long to learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees.
    • Chapter 5
  • It is light that defeats the dark.
    • Chapter 7 (Ged)
  • He had almost yielded, but not quite. He had not consented. It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.
    • Chapter 7
  • “For a word to be spoken,” Ged answered slowly, “there must be silence. Before, and after.” Then all at once he got up, saying, “I have no right to speak of these things. The word that was mine to say I said wrong. It is better that I keep still; I will not speak again. Maybe there is no true power but the dark.”
    • Chapter 9
  • I was in too much haste, and now have no time left. I traded all the sunlight and the cities and the distant lands for a handful of power, for a shadow, for the dark.
    • Chapter 10 (Ged)

[edit] The Tombs of Atuan (1971)

  • All I know is the dark, the night underground. And that’s all there really is. That’s all there is to know, in the end. The silence, and the dark. You know everything, wizard. But I know one thing—the one true thing!
    • Chapter 7, "The Great Treasure" (Arha)
  • As she stumbled forward she cried out in her mind, which was as dark, as shaken as the subterranean vault, “Forgive me. O my Masters, O unnamed ones, most ancient ones, forgive me, forgive me!”
    There was no answer. There had never been an answer.
    • Chapter 10, "The Anger of the Dark"
  • Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.
    • Chapter 11, "The Western Mountains"
  • “Summon up a supper,” he said. “Oh, I could. On golden plates, if you like. But that’s illusion, and when you eat illusions you end up hungrier than before.”
    • Chapter 11, "The Western Mountains"
  • A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free.
    What she had begun to learn was the weight of liberty. Freedom is a heavy load, a great and strange burden for the spirit to undertake. It is not easy. It is not a gift given, but a choice made, and the choice may be a hard one. The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
    • Chapter 12, "Voyage"

[edit] The Farthest Shore (1972)

  • So the first step out of childhood is made all at once, without looking before or behind, without caution, and nothing held in reserve.
    • Chapter 1, "The Rowan Tree"
  • Young he was not, so that one had to call him old, but the word did not suit him.
    • Chapter 1, "The Rowan Tree"
  • When I was young, I had to choose between the life of being and the life of doing. And I leapt at the latter like a trout to a fly. But each deed you do, each act, binds you to itself and to its consequences, and makes you act again and yet again. Then very seldom do you come upon a space, a time like this, between act and act, when you may stop and simply be. or wonder who, after all, you are.
    • Chapter 3, "Hort Town" (Ged)
  • “We may suffer for it when the balance of things rights itself, but we do not lose hope and forego art and forget the words of the Making. Nature is not unnatural. This is not a righting of the balance, but an upsetting of it. There is only one creature who can do that.”
    “A man?” Arren said, tentative.
    “We men.”
    “How?”
    “By an unmeasured desire for life.”
    “For life? But it isn’t wrong to want to live?”
    “No. But when we crave power over life—endless wealth, unassailable safety, immortality—then desire becomes greed. And if knowledge allies itself to that greed, then comes evil. Then the balance of the world is swayed, and ruin weighs heavy in the scale.”
    • Chapter 3, "Hort Town" (Ged and Arren)
  • Those were men in whom great strength and knowledge served the will to evil and fed upon it. Whether the wizardry that serves a better end may always prove the stronger, we do not know. We hope.
    • Chapter 3, "Hort Town" (Ged)
  • There is a certain bleakness in finding hope where one expected certainty. Arren found himself unwilling to stay on these cold summits. He said after a little while, “I see why you say that only men do evil, I think. Even sharks are innocent; they kill because they must.”
    "That is why nothing else can resist us. Only one thing in the world can resist an evil-hearted man. And that is another man. In our shame is our glory. Only our spirit, which is capable of evil, is capable of overcoming it.”
    • Chapter 3, "Hort Town" (Arren and Ged)
  • No, I don’t understand him, but he is worth listening to.
    • Chapter 3, "Hort Town"
  • He resolved not to speak again until he had controlled his temper.
    • Chapter 3, "Hort Town"
  • “But you knew them to be evil men—”
    “Was I to join them therefore? To let their acts rule my own? I will not make their choices for them, nor will I let them make mine for me!”
    • Chapter 4, "Magelight" (Arren and Ged)
  • But we, insofar as we have power over the world and over one another, we must learn to do what the leaf and the whale and the wind do of their own nature. We must learn to keep the balance. Having intelligence, we must not act in ignorance. Having choice, we must not act without responsibility. Who am I—though I have the power to do it—to punish and reward, playing with men’s destinies?”
    • Chapter 4, "Magelight" (Ged)
  • The counsel of the dead is not profitable to the living.
    • Chapter 5, "Sea Dreams"
  • “Is it a wicked thing, then?”
    “I should call it a misunderstanding, rather. A misunderstanding of life. Death and life are the same thing—like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.”
    • Chapter 5, "Sea Dreams" (Arren and Ged)
  • To claim power over what you do not understand is not wise, nor is the end of it likely to be good.
    • Chapter 5, "Sea Dreams" (Ged)
  • The Dyer backed away from him another step and stood watching him, the exaltation in his face clouding slowly over until it was replaced by a strange, heavy look; it was as if reasoning thought were laboring to break through the storm of words and feelings and visions that confused him. Finally he turned around without a word and began to run back down the road, into the haze of dust that had not yet settled on his tracks.
    • Chapter 6, "Lorbanery"
  • “Well,” he said. “Strange roads have strange guides. Let’s go on.”
    • Chapter 6, "Lorbanery" (Ged)
  • The word must be heard in silence; there must be darkness to see the stars.
    • Chapter 8, "The Children of the Open Sea" (Ged)
  • What you love, you will love. What you undertake you will complete. You are a fulfiller of hope; you are to be relied on. But seventeen years give little armor against despair...Consider, Arren. To refuse death is to refuse life.
    • Chapter 8, "The Children of the Open Sea" (Ged)
  • I know what they think they seek. But I know it to be a lie. Listen to me, Arren. You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose....That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself? Would you give up the craft of your hands, and the passion of your heart, and the light of sunrise and sunset, to buy safety for yourself—safety forever? That is what they seek to do on Wathort and Lorbanery and elsewhere. That is the message that those who know how to hear have heard: By denying life you may deny death and live forever!—And this message I do not hear, Arren, for I will not hear it. I will not take the counsel of despair.
    • Chapter 8, "The Children of the Open Sea" (Ged)
  • “In innocence there is no strength against evil,” said Sparrowhawk, a little wryly. “But there is strength in it for good.”
    • Chapter 8, "The Children of the Open Sea"
  • “The first lesson on Roke, and the last is, Do what is needful! And no more.”
    “The lessons in between, then, must consist in learning what is needful.”
    “They do.”
    • Chapter 9, "Orm Embar" (Ged and Arren)
  • “What harm have the trees done them?” he said. “Must they punish the grass for their own faults? Men are savages, who would set a land afire because they have a quarrel with other men.”
    • Chapter 9, "Orm Embar" (Arren)
  • One man may as easily destroy, as govern: be King or Anti-King.
    • Chapter 9, "Orm Embar" (Ged)
  • “A king has soldiers, servants, messengers, lieutenants. He governs through his servants. Where are the servants of this—Anti-king?”
    “In our minds, lad. In our minds. The traitor, the self; the self that cries I want to live; let the world burn so long as I can live! The little traitor soul in us, in the dark, like the worm in the apple.”
    • Chapter 9, "Orm Embar" (Arren and Ged)
  • To see a candle’s light, one must take it into a dark place.
    • Chapter 9, "Orm Embar" (Sparrowhawk)
  • “There’s nothing to fear, Lebannen,” he said gently, mockingly. “They were only the dead.”
    • Chapter 11, "Selidor"
  • “You exist: without name, without form. You cannot see the light of day; you cannot see the dark. You sold the green earth and the sun and stars to save yourself. But you have no self. All that which you sold, that is yourself. You have given everything for nothing. And so now you seek to draw the world to you, all that light and life you lost, to fill up your nothingness. But it cannot be filled. Not all the songs of earth, not all the stars of heaven, could fill your emptiness.”
    • Chapter 12, "The Dry Land"

[edit] Tehanu (1990)

  • Her left hand reminded her of its existence, and she looked round to see what was scratching the heel of her hand. It was a tiny thistle, crouched in a crack in the sandstone, barely lifting its colorless spikes into the light and wind. It nodded stiffly as the wind blew, resisting the wind, rooted in rock. She gazed at it for a long time.
    • Chapter 4, "Kalessin"
  • A great deal of her obscurity and cant, Tenar had begun to realize, was mere ineptness with words and ideas. Nobody had ever taught her to think consecutively. Nobody had ever listened to what she said. All that was expected, all that was wanted of her was muddle, mystery, mumbling. She was a witchwoman. She had nothing to do with clear meaning.
    • Chapter 5, "Bettering"
  • Despair speaks evenly, in a quiet voice.
    • Chapter 6, "Worsening"
  • If they come prying they can leave curious.
    • Chapter 7, "Mice"
  • And I know that all I understand about living is having your work to do, and being able to do it. That’s the pleasure, and the glory, and all. And if you can’t do the work, or it’s taken from you, then what’s any good? You have to have something....
    • Chapter 8, "Hawks"
  • “Is it different, then, for men and for women?”
    “What isn’t, dearie?”
    • Chapter 8, "Hawks"
  • A wrong that cannot be repaired must be transcended.
    • Chapter 8, "Hawks"
  • “But now you've come too far, and I warn you, woman! I will not have you set foot on this domain. And if you cross my will or dare so much as speak to me again, I will have you driven from Re Albi, and off the Overfell, with the dogs at your heels. Have you understood me?”
    “No,” Tenar said, “I have never understood men like you.”
    • Chapter 9, "Finding Words"
  • Is power that—an emptiness?
    • Chapter 10, "The Dolphin"
  • “She obeys me, but only because she wants to.”
    “It’s the only justification for obedience,” Ged observed.
    • Chapter 12, "Winter"
  • It’s not a weapon or a woman can make a man, or magery either, or any power, anything but himself.
    • Chapter 12, "Winter"

[edit] The Other Wind (2001)

  • "I think," Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, "that I when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live. I can give back to the world all that I didn't do. All that I might have been and couldn't be. All the choices I didn't make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world. To the lives that haven't been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I lived, the breath I breathed.""
    • Chapter 5, "The Rejoining"

[edit] The Left Hand of Darkness (1969)

To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.
  • "Predictions are uttered by prophets (free of charge); by clairvoyants (who usually charge a fee, and are therefore more honored in their day than prophets); and by futurologists (salaried)."
  • If civilization has an opposite, it is war.
  • When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.
  • It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
  • The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.
  • A man wants his virility regarded, a woman wants her femininity appreciated, however indirect and subtle the indications of regard and appreciation. On Winter they will not exist. One is respected and judged only as a human being. It is an appalling experience.
  • To oppose something is to maintain it.
    They say here "all roads lead to Mishnory." To be sure, if you turn your back on Mishnory and walk away from it, you are still on the Mishnory road. To oppose vulgarity is inevitably to be vulgar. You must go somewhere else; you must have another goal; then you walk another road.
  • There are things that outweigh comfort, unless one is an old woman or a cat.
    • Chapter 5, The Domestication of Hunch
  • To be an atheist is to maintain God. His existence or his nonexistence, it amounts to much the same, on the plane of proof. Thus proof is a word not often used among the Handdarata, who have chosen not to treat God as a fact, subject either to proof or to belief: and they have broken the circle, and go free.
    To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.
  • Light is the left hand of darkness
    and darkness the right hand of light.
    Two are one, life and death, lying
    together like lovers in kemmer,
    like hands joined together,
    like the end and the way.
  • It is not human to be without shame and without desire.

[edit] The Lathe of Heaven (1971)

Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy?
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
  • There is nothing important except people. A person is defined solely by the extent of his influence over other people, by the sphere of his interrelationships; and morality is an utterly meaningless term unless defined as the good one does to others, the fulfilling of one’s function in the sociopolitical whole.
    • Chapter 5 (Haber)
  • Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.
    • Chapter 6 (Orr)
  • The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
    • Chapter 6
  • I guess I can't, or my subconscious can't, even imagine a warless world. The best it can do is substitute one kind of war for another. You said, no killing of humans by other humans. So I dreamed up the Aliens. Your own ideas are sane and rational, but this is my unconscious you're trying to use, not my rational mind. Maybe rationally I could conceive of the human species not trying to kill each other off by nations, in fact rationally it's easier to conceive of than the motives of war. But you're handling something outside reason. You're trying to reach progressive, humanitarian goals with a tool that isn't suited to the job. Who has humanitarian dreams?
    • Chapter 6 (Orr)
  • He never spoke with any bitterness at all, no matter how awful the things he said. Are there really people without resentment, without hate, she wondered. People who never go cross-grained to the universe? Who recognize evil, and resist evil, and yet are utterly unaffected by it?
    Of course there are. Countless, the living and the dead. Those who have returned in pure compassion to the wheel, those who follow the way that cannot be followed without knowing they follow it, the sharecroppers’s wife in Alabama and the lama in Tibet and the entomologist in Peru and the millworker in Odessa and the greengrocer in London and the goatherd in Nigeria and the old, old man sharpening a stick by a dry streambed somewhere in Australia, and all the others. There is not one of us who has not known them. There are enough of them, enough to keep us going. Perhaps.
    • Chapter 7 (Heather)
  • 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.
    • Chapter 7 (Heather)
  • Great self-destruction follows upon unfounded fear.
    • Chapter 8 (alien)
  • What's wrong with changing things? Now, I wonder if this self-canceling, centerpoised personality of yours leads you to look at things defensively. I want you to try to detach yourself from yourself and try to see your own viewpoint from the outside, objectively. You are afraid of losing your balance. But change need not unbalance you; life's not a static object, after all. It's a process. There's no holding still. Intellectually you know that, but emotionally you refuse it. Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can't step into the same river twice. Life-evolution-the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy—existence itself—is essentially change.
    • Chapter 9 (Haber)
  • When things don't change any longer, that's the end result of entropy, the heat-death of the universe. The more things go on moving, interrelating, conflicting, changing, the less balance there is—and the more life. I'm pro-life, George. Life itself is a huge gamble against the odds, against all odds! You can't try to live safely, there's no such thing as safety. Stick your neck out of your shell, then, and live fully! It's not how you get there, but where you get to that counts. What you're afraid to accept, here, is that we're engaged in a really great experiment, you and I. We're on the brink of discovering and controlling, for the good of all mankind, a whole new force, an entire new field of antientropic energy, of the life-force, of the will to act, to do, to change!
    • Chapter 9 (Haber)
  • He knew that 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.
    • Chapter 10 (Orr)
  • 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. You have to...be in touch. He isn’t in touch. No one else, no thing even, has an existence of its own for him; he sees the world only as a means to his end. It doesn’t make any difference if his end is good; means are all we’ve got.
    • Chapter 10 (Orr)
  • How could anybody think this man was sick? All right, so he had funny dreams. That was better than being plain mean and hateful, like about one quarter of the people she had ever met.
    • Chapter 10 (Heather)
  • But maybe you're just as glad he’s not a shrink, eh? Awful to have your spouse analyzing your unconscious desires across the dinner table, eh?
    • Chapter 10 (Haber)
  • He looked at the machine, its cabinets all standing open; it should be destroyed, he thought. But he had no idea how to do it, nor any will to try. Destruction was not his line; and a machine is more blameless, more sinless even than any animal. It has no intentions whatsoever but our own.
    • Chapter 10 (Orr)
  • There is a bird in a poem by T. S. Eliot who says that mankind cannot bear very much reality; but the bird is mistaken. A man can endure the entire weight of the universe for eighty years. It is unreality that he cannot bear.
    • Chapter 11 (Orr)
  • I haven't any strength, I haven't any character, I'm a born tool. I haven't any destiny. All I have is dreams. And now other people run them.
    • Orr

[edit] The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas (1973)

Hugo Award for Best Short Story in 1974
  • The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can’t lick ’em, join ’em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.
  • As we did without clergy, let us do without soldiers. The joy built upon successful slaughter is not the right kind of joy; it will not do; it is fearful and it is trivial. A boundless and generous contentment, a magnanimous triumph felt not against some outer enemy but in communion with the finest and fairest in the souls of all men everywhere and the splendor of the world’s summer: this is what swells the hearts of the people of Omelas, and the victory they celebrate is that of life.

[edit] Lavinia (2008)

  • "There was a pretty prince of Troy named Paris. He and a Greek queen ran off together. Her husband called the other kings of Greece together, and they went to Troy, a great army in a thousand beaked ships, to get the woman back. Helen was her name."
    "What did they want her back for?"
    "Her husband's honor demanded it."
    "I should think his honor demanded that he divorce her and find himself a decent wife."
    "Lavinia, these people were Greeks."
    • (The spirit of Virgil explains the Trojan war to Lavinia.) p. 44
  • 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.
    • (Virgil, to Lavinia) p. 45
  • Is it the gods who set this fire in our hearts, or do we each make our fierce desire into a god?
    • p. 66
  • "Why must there be war?" "Oh Lavinia, what a woman's question that is! Because men are men."
    • p. 87
  • They say Mars absolves the warrior from the crimes of war, but those who were not the warriors, those for whom the war was said to be fought, even though they never wanted it to be fought, who absolves them?
    • p. 177
  • Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it. We can change our life, our being; no matter what our will is, we are changed. As the moon changes yet is one, so we are virgin, wife, mother, grandmother. For all their restlessness, men are who they are; once they put on the man's toga they will not change again; so they make a virtue of that rigidity and resist whatever might soften it and set them free.
    • p. 184

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