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
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.
No wizardry would serve him now, but only his own flesh, his life itself, against the unliving.
November 24, 2025 at 4:40 AM
No wizardry would serve him now, but only his own flesh, his life itself, against the unliving.
The Old Powers of earth are not for men to use. They were never given into our hands, and in our hands they work only ruin. Ill means, ill end. I was not drawn here, but driven here, and the force that drove me works to my undoing.
November 24, 2025 at 2:40 AM
The Old Powers of earth are not for men to use. They were never given into our hands, and in our hands they work only ruin. Ill means, ill end. I was not drawn here, but driven here, and the force that drove me works to my undoing.
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 12:40 AM
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 writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls.
November 23, 2025 at 10:40 PM
A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls.
I am no more lonely than the loon on the pond that laughs so loud.
November 23, 2025 at 8:40 PM
I am no more lonely than the loon on the pond that laughs so loud.
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.
November 23, 2025 at 6:40 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.
He was not interested in detached knowledge, science for science's sake: there was no use learning anything if it was of no use. Relevance was his touchstone.
November 23, 2025 at 4:40 PM
He was not interested in detached knowledge, science for science's sake: there was no use learning anything if it was of no use. Relevance was his touchstone.
Rules are made to be broken. Injustice makes the rules, and courage breaks them.
November 23, 2025 at 2:40 PM
Rules are made to be broken. Injustice makes the rules, and courage breaks them.