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
She had not realized how very different people were, how differently they saw life. She felt as if she had looked up and suddenly seen a whole new planet hanging huge and populous right outside the window.
September 19, 2026 at 7:10 PM
She had not realized how very different people were, how differently they saw life. She felt as if she had looked up and suddenly seen a whole new planet hanging huge and populous right outside the window.
You were moved to do this by pride and by hate. Is it any wonder the result was ruin?
September 19, 2026 at 5:10 PM
You were moved to do this by pride and by hate. Is it any wonder the result was ruin?
The fire danced in her eyes. The flames swam, flared up, sank away, brightened again against the sooty stone, against the dark sky, against the pale sky, the gulfs of evening, the depths of air and light beyond the world.
September 19, 2026 at 3:10 PM
The fire danced in her eyes. The flames swam, flared up, sank away, brightened again against the sooty stone, against the dark sky, against the pale sky, the gulfs of evening, the depths of air and light beyond the world.
I use your love as a man burns a candle, burns it away, to light his steps.
September 19, 2026 at 1:11 PM
I use your love as a man burns a candle, burns it away, to light his steps.
There is a certain bleakness in finding hope where one expected certainty.
September 19, 2026 at 11:10 AM
There is a certain bleakness in finding hope where one expected certainty.
the endless warm drizzle of spring—the ice of Antarctica, falling softly on the heads of the children of those responsible for melting it.
September 19, 2026 at 9:10 AM
the endless warm drizzle of spring—the ice of Antarctica, falling softly on the heads of the children of those responsible for melting it.
But because she was not a girl now, she was not awed, but only wondered at how men ordered their world into this dance of masks, and how easily a woman might learn to dance it.
September 19, 2026 at 7:10 AM
But because she was not a girl now, she was not awed, but only wondered at how men ordered their world into this dance of masks, and how easily a woman might learn to dance it.
“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.
September 19, 2026 at 5:10 AM
“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.
Maybe it's this: animals do neither good nor evil. They do as they must do. We may call what they do harmful or useful, but good and evil belong to us, who chose to choose what we do.
September 19, 2026 at 3:10 AM
Maybe it's this: animals do neither good nor evil. They do as they must do. We may call what they do harmful or useful, but good and evil belong to us, who chose to choose what we do.
I’m not dead. I sleep sometimes. Sleep comes very close to death, everyone knows that. The dead walk in dreams, everyone knows that. They come to you alive, and they say things. They walk out of death into the dreams.
September 19, 2026 at 1:11 AM
I’m not dead. I sleep sometimes. Sleep comes very close to death, everyone knows that. The dead walk in dreams, everyone knows that. They come to you alive, and they say things. They walk out of death into the dreams.
But in time nothing can be without becoming.
September 18, 2026 at 11:10 PM
But in time nothing can be without becoming.
They have no gods. They work magic, and think they are gods themselves. But they are not. And when they die, they become dust and bone, and their ghosts whine on the wind a little while till the wind blows them away. They do not have immortal souls.
September 18, 2026 at 9:10 PM
They have no gods. They work magic, and think they are gods themselves. But they are not. And when they die, they become dust and bone, and their ghosts whine on the wind a little while till the wind blows them away. They do not have immortal souls.
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.
September 18, 2026 at 7:11 PM
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.
A hero whose heroism consists of killing people is uninteresting to me, and I detest the hormonal war orgies of our visual media, the mechanical slaughter of endless battalions of black-clad, yellow-toothed, red-eyed demons.
September 18, 2026 at 5:10 PM
A hero whose heroism consists of killing people is uninteresting to me, and I detest the hormonal war orgies of our visual media, the mechanical slaughter of endless battalions of black-clad, yellow-toothed, red-eyed demons.
He liked the way she began her fierce, scornful sentences so often with a weak, conciliatory 'well.' She cut the ground out from under them before they ever got going, let them hang unsupported in the void. She had courage, great courage.
September 18, 2026 at 3:10 PM
He liked the way she began her fierce, scornful sentences so often with a weak, conciliatory 'well.' She cut the ground out from under them before they ever got going, let them hang unsupported in the void. She had courage, great courage.
I think they drove your priestess Kossil mad a long time ago; I think she has prowled these caverns as she prowls the labyrinth of her own self, and now she cannot see the daylight any more.
September 18, 2026 at 1:11 PM
I think they drove your priestess Kossil mad a long time ago; I think she has prowled these caverns as she prowls the labyrinth of her own self, and now she cannot see the daylight any more.
things change:
authors and wizards are not always to be trusted:
nobody can explain a dragon.
authors and wizards are not always to be trusted:
nobody can explain a dragon.
September 18, 2026 at 11:10 AM
things change:
authors and wizards are not always to be trusted:
nobody can explain a dragon.
authors and wizards are not always to be trusted:
nobody can explain a dragon.
He liked the way she began her fierce, scornful sentences so often with a weak, conciliatory 'well.' She cut the ground out from under them before they ever got going, let them hang unsupported in the void. She had courage, great courage.
September 18, 2026 at 9:10 AM
He liked the way she began her fierce, scornful sentences so often with a weak, conciliatory 'well.' She cut the ground out from under them before they ever got going, let them hang unsupported in the void. She had courage, great courage.
It was a cold that got into the bone, into the marrow, and would not be dislodged.
September 18, 2026 at 7:11 AM
It was a cold that got into the bone, into the marrow, and would not be dislodged.
I’m not dead. I sleep sometimes. Sleep comes very close to death, everyone knows that. The dead walk in dreams, everyone knows that. They come to you alive, and they say things. They walk out of death into the dreams.
September 18, 2026 at 5:10 AM
I’m not dead. I sleep sometimes. Sleep comes very close to death, everyone knows that. The dead walk in dreams, everyone knows that. They come to you alive, and they say things. They walk out of death into the dreams.
“You told me to show you something worth seeing. I show you yourself.”
September 18, 2026 at 3:10 AM
“You told me to show you something worth seeing. I show you yourself.”
I’ll take you to Havnor and say to the princes of Earthsea, “Look! In the place of darkness I found the light, her spirit. By her an old evil was brought to nothing. By her I was brought out of the grave. By her the broken was made whole, and where there was hatred there will be peace.”
September 18, 2026 at 1:11 AM
I’ll take you to Havnor and say to the princes of Earthsea, “Look! In the place of darkness I found the light, her spirit. By her an old evil was brought to nothing. By her I was brought out of the grave. By her the broken was made whole, and where there was hatred there will be peace.”
“You have knowledge, and I have skill, and between us we have...”
“We have the Ring of Erreth-Akbe.”
“Yes, that. But I thought also of another thing between us. Call it trust...”
“We have the Ring of Erreth-Akbe.”
“Yes, that. But I thought also of another thing between us. Call it trust...”
September 17, 2026 at 11:10 PM
“You have knowledge, and I have skill, and between us we have...”
“We have the Ring of Erreth-Akbe.”
“Yes, that. But I thought also of another thing between us. Call it trust...”
“We have the Ring of Erreth-Akbe.”
“Yes, that. But I thought also of another thing between us. Call it trust...”
But in time nothing can be without becoming.
September 17, 2026 at 9:10 PM
But in time nothing can be without becoming.
A man can endure the entire weight of the universe for eighty years. It is unreality that he cannot bear.
September 17, 2026 at 7:11 PM
A man can endure the entire weight of the universe for eighty years. It is unreality that he cannot bear.