"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 lit...












It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry.
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"In this he saw that Ogion had been right: the shadow could not draw on his power, so long as he was turned against it.
"Words are events, they do things, change things. They transform both speaker and hearer; they feed energy back and forth and amplify it
"Imagination grows by exercise and contrary to common belief is more powerful in the mature than in the young.
"The unknown...the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought...The only thing that makes life possibl...
"I never knew anybody, anywhere I have been, who found life simple. I think a life or a time looks simple when you leave out the details, the way a pla...
"When we know that it's a planet just like this one, only with a better climate and worse people--when we know they're all propertarians, and fight war...
"In the latter months of his own long sickness the Master Herbal had taught him much of the healer's lore, and the first lesson and the last of all tha...
"On the sea he wished to meet it, if meet it he must. He was not sure why this was, yet he had a terror of meeting the thing again on dry land. Out of ...
"I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
"He began to see the truth, that Ged had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man: who...
"War as a moral metaphor is limited, limiting, and dangerous. By reducing the choices of action to “a war against” whatever-it-is, you divide the world...
"Ged had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man: who, knowing his whole true self, c...
"For a word to be spoken, there must be silence. Before, and after.
"What was and what may be lie, like children whose faces we cannot see, in the arms of silence. All we have is here, now.