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
I prefer to save talking till I know what I’m talking about.
January 10, 2026 at 1:10 PM
I prefer to save talking till I know what I’m talking about.
I come with empty hands and the desire to unbuild walls.
January 10, 2026 at 11:10 AM
I come with empty hands and the desire to unbuild walls.
Ged stood still a while, like one who has received great news, and must enlarge his spirit to receive it.
January 10, 2026 at 9:14 AM
Ged stood still a while, like one who has received great news, and must enlarge his spirit to receive it.
Her despair grew so great that it burst her breast open and like a bird of fire shattered the stone and broke out into the light of day--the light of day, faint in her windowless room.
January 10, 2026 at 7:10 AM
Her despair grew so great that it burst her breast open and like a bird of fire shattered the stone and broke out into the light of day--the light of day, faint in her windowless room.
Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial creature, it has for its defense the violence and power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its being, its going, and its will.
January 10, 2026 at 5:10 AM
Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial creature, it has for its defense the violence and power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its being, its going, and its will.
But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.
January 10, 2026 at 3:10 AM
But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.
To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
January 10, 2026 at 1:10 AM
To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
January 9, 2026 at 11:10 PM
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
In the room heavy with life he slept.
January 9, 2026 at 9:10 PM
In the room heavy with life he slept.
My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.
January 9, 2026 at 7:10 PM
My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.
I'm a part of it. Not separate from it. I walk on the ground and the ground's walked on by me, I breathe the air and change it, I am entirely interconnected with the world.
January 9, 2026 at 5:10 PM
I'm a part of it. Not separate from it. I walk on the ground and the ground's walked on by me, I breathe the air and change it, I am entirely interconnected with the world.
To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.
January 9, 2026 at 3:10 PM
To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.
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 into Me or Us (good) and Them or It (bad) and reduce the ethical complexity and moral richness of our life to Yes/No, On/Off.
January 9, 2026 at 1:10 PM
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 into Me or Us (good) and Them or It (bad) and reduce the ethical complexity and moral richness of our life to Yes/No, On/Off.
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
January 9, 2026 at 11:10 AM
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
I am no more lonely than the loon on the pond that laughs so loud.
January 9, 2026 at 9:13 AM
I am no more lonely than the loon on the pond that laughs so loud.
Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
January 9, 2026 at 7:10 AM
Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
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.
January 9, 2026 at 5:10 AM
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.
Laws are made against the impulse a people most fears in itself. Do not kill was the Shing's vaunted single Law. All else was permitted: which meant, perhaps, there was little else they really wanted to do...
January 9, 2026 at 3:10 AM
Laws are made against the impulse a people most fears in itself. Do not kill was the Shing's vaunted single Law. All else was permitted: which meant, perhaps, there was little else they really wanted to do...
If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.
January 9, 2026 at 1:10 AM
If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.
And no one knows how many of the dolphins that leap in the waters of the Inmost Sea were men once, wise men, who forgot their wisdom and their name in the joy of the restless sea.
January 8, 2026 at 11:10 PM
And no one knows how many of the dolphins that leap in the waters of the Inmost Sea were men once, wise men, who forgot their wisdom and their name in the joy of the restless sea.
Maybe it was the whole primitive, hateful idea of the feminine as dark, blind, weak, and evil that I saw shaking itself to pieces, imploding, crumbling into wreckage on a desert ground. And I rejoiced to see it fall. I still do.
January 8, 2026 at 9:10 PM
Maybe it was the whole primitive, hateful idea of the feminine as dark, blind, weak, and evil that I saw shaking itself to pieces, imploding, crumbling into wreckage on a desert ground. And I rejoiced to see it fall. I still do.
Out of the sea there rise storms and monsters, but no evil powers: evil is of earth. And there is no sea, no running of river or spring, in the dark land where once Ged had gone. Death is the dry place.
January 8, 2026 at 7:10 PM
Out of the sea there rise storms and monsters, but no evil powers: evil is of earth. And there is no sea, no running of river or spring, in the dark land where once Ged had gone. Death is the dry place.
“You told me to show you something worth seeing. I show you yourself.”
January 8, 2026 at 5:10 PM
“You told me to show you something worth seeing. I show you yourself.”
For to keep dark the mind of the mageborn, that is a dangerous thing.
January 8, 2026 at 3:10 PM
For to keep dark the mind of the mageborn, that is a dangerous thing.
Stealthily the stars slid forward into nothingness.
January 8, 2026 at 1:10 PM
Stealthily the stars slid forward into nothingness.