Ursula K. Le Guin Bot
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This is a bot that posts a quote by Ursula K. Le Guin every 2 hours. Was ursulabot on twitter
To be whole is to be part;
true voyage is return.
true voyage is return.
November 26, 2025 at 6:42 AM
To be whole is to be part;
true voyage is return.
true voyage is return.
“I think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live.”
November 26, 2025 at 4:40 AM
“I think,” Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, “that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live.”
I spoke your true name. It's not what I thought it would be. And I don't feel easy about it. As if I'd left something unfinished. But it is your name. If it betrays you, then that's the truth of it.
November 26, 2025 at 2:41 AM
I spoke your true name. It's not what I thought it would be. And I don't feel easy about it. As if I'd left something unfinished. But it is your name. If it betrays you, then that's the truth of it.
A man: who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by any power other than himself, and whose life therefore is lived for life’s sake and never in the service of ruin, or pain, or hatred, or the dark.
November 26, 2025 at 12:40 AM
A man: who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by any power other than himself, and whose life therefore is lived for life’s sake and never in the service of ruin, or pain, or hatred, or the dark.
I know perfectly well he's a god, too. But what I think is, he'll be much godlier after he's dead.
November 25, 2025 at 10:40 PM
I know perfectly well he's a god, too. But what I think is, he'll be much godlier after he's dead.
The sun itself was hidden, but there was a glitter on the horizon, almost like the dazzle of the crystal walls of the Undertomb, a kind of joyous shimmering off on the edge of the world.
“What is that?” the girl said, and he: “The sea.”
“What is that?” the girl said, and he: “The sea.”
November 25, 2025 at 8:41 PM
The sun itself was hidden, but there was a glitter on the horizon, almost like the dazzle of the crystal walls of the Undertomb, a kind of joyous shimmering off on the edge of the world.
“What is that?” the girl said, and he: “The sea.”
“What is that?” the girl said, and he: “The sea.”
She could not have been born gray. Her color, her color of brown, was an essential part of her, not an accident. Her anger, timidity, brashness, gentleness, all were elements of her mixed being, her mixed nature, dark and clear right through, like Baltic amber.
November 25, 2025 at 6:40 PM
She could not have been born gray. Her color, her color of brown, was an essential part of her, not an accident. Her anger, timidity, brashness, gentleness, all were elements of her mixed being, her mixed nature, dark and clear right through, like Baltic amber.
He who would be Seamaster must know the true name of every drop of water in the sea.
November 25, 2025 at 4:40 PM
He who would be Seamaster must know the true name of every drop of water in the sea.
Falcon-winged, falcon-mad, like an unfalling arrow, like an unforgotten thought.
November 25, 2025 at 2:40 PM
Falcon-winged, falcon-mad, like an unfalling arrow, like an unforgotten thought.
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.
November 25, 2025 at 12:40 PM
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.
We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
November 25, 2025 at 10:40 AM
We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
Clouds in the west laid great shivering mirages on the plain, the shadows of dreams of lakes gone dry ten million years ago.
November 25, 2025 at 8:40 AM
Clouds in the west laid great shivering mirages on the plain, the shadows of dreams of lakes gone dry ten million years ago.
Would you really like to live in a society where you have no responsibility and no freedom, no choice, only the false option of obedience to the law, or disobedience followed by punishment? Would you really want to go live in a prison?
November 25, 2025 at 6:44 AM
Would you really like to live in a society where you have no responsibility and no freedom, no choice, only the false option of obedience to the law, or disobedience followed by punishment? Would you really want to go live in a prison?
I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.
November 25, 2025 at 4:40 AM
I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.
There is no kingdom like the forests.
November 25, 2025 at 2:40 AM
There is no kingdom like the forests.
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
November 25, 2025 at 12:40 AM
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
November 24, 2025 at 10:40 PM
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
For in this love he now felt there was compassion: without which love is untempered, and is not whole, and does not last.
November 24, 2025 at 8:40 PM
For in this love he now felt there was compassion: without which love is untempered, and is not whole, and does not last.
There's a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.
November 24, 2025 at 6:40 PM
There's a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.
A machine is more blameless, more sinless even than any animal. It has no intentions whatsoever but our own.
November 24, 2025 at 4:40 PM
A machine is more blameless, more sinless even than any animal. It has no intentions whatsoever but our own.
“Do you know how to read?”
“No. It is one of the black arts.”
He nodded. “But a useful one,” he said.
“No. It is one of the black arts.”
He nodded. “But a useful one,” he said.
November 24, 2025 at 2:41 PM
“Do you know how to read?”
“No. It is one of the black arts.”
He nodded. “But a useful one,” he said.
“No. It is one of the black arts.”
He nodded. “But a useful one,” he said.
Would you really like to live in a society where you have no responsibility and no freedom, no choice, only the false option of obedience to the law, or disobedience followed by punishment? Would you really want to go live in a prison?
November 24, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Would you really like to live in a society where you have no responsibility and no freedom, no choice, only the false option of obedience to the law, or disobedience followed by punishment? Would you really want to go live in a prison?
What good is power when you're too wise to use it?
November 24, 2025 at 10:40 AM
What good is power when you're too wise to use it?
How men feared women! she thought, walking among the late-flowering roses. Not as individuals, but women when they talked together, worked together, spoke up for one another - then men saw plots, cabals, constraints, traps being laid.
November 24, 2025 at 8:40 AM
How men feared women! she thought, walking among the late-flowering roses. Not as individuals, but women when they talked together, worked together, spoke up for one another - then men saw plots, cabals, constraints, traps being laid.
The world’s vast and strange, Hara, but no vaster and no stranger than our minds are.
November 24, 2025 at 6:42 AM
The world’s vast and strange, Hara, but no vaster and no stranger than our minds are.