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
What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking?
December 4, 2025 at 2:42 PM
What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking?
In the room heavy with life he slept.
December 4, 2025 at 12:40 PM
In the room heavy with life he slept.
Everything dreams. The play of form, of being, is the dreaming of substance.
December 4, 2025 at 10:40 AM
Everything dreams. The play of form, of being, is the dreaming of substance.
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.
December 4, 2025 at 8:43 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.
But when a direction is chosen freely and followed wholeheartedly, it may seem that all things further the going.
December 4, 2025 at 6:42 AM
But when a direction is chosen freely and followed wholeheartedly, it may seem that all things further the going.
From that time forth he believed that the wise man is one who never sets himself apart from other living things.
December 4, 2025 at 4:40 AM
From that time forth he believed that the wise man is one who never sets himself apart from other living things.
The longer a man stays in a form not his own, the greater this peril.
December 4, 2025 at 2:42 AM
The longer a man stays in a form not his own, the greater this peril.
To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
December 4, 2025 at 12:40 AM
To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
There is a certain bleakness in finding hope where one expected certainty.
December 3, 2025 at 10:40 PM
There is a certain bleakness in finding hope where one expected certainty.
In life is death. In death is rebirth. What then is life without death? Life unchanging, everlasting, eternal?-What is it but death-death without rebirth?
December 3, 2025 at 8:42 PM
In life is death. In death is rebirth. What then is life without death? Life unchanging, everlasting, eternal?-What is it but death-death without rebirth?
Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.
December 3, 2025 at 6:40 PM
Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.
He was very weary; the day had been long, and full of dragons.
December 3, 2025 at 4:40 PM
He was very weary; the day had been long, and full of dragons.
No darkness lasts forever. And even there, there are stars.
December 3, 2025 at 2:42 PM
No darkness lasts forever. And even there, there are stars.
it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.
December 3, 2025 at 12:40 PM
it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.
Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.
December 3, 2025 at 10:40 AM
Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed.
I see life as a shared gift, received from others and passed on to others, living and dying as one process, in which lies both our suffering and our reward. Without mortality to purchase it, how can we have the consciousness of eternity? I think the price is worth paying.
December 3, 2025 at 8:42 AM
I see life as a shared gift, received from others and passed on to others, living and dying as one process, in which lies both our suffering and our reward. Without mortality to purchase it, how can we have the consciousness of eternity? I think the price is worth paying.
He was very weary; the day had been long, and full of dragons.
December 3, 2025 at 6:43 AM
He was very weary; the day had been long, and full of dragons.
the endless warm drizzle of spring—the ice of Antarctica, falling softly on the heads of the children of those responsible for melting it.
December 3, 2025 at 4:40 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.
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.
December 3, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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.
And after a while he saw at the faint outermost edge of the light a shadow that came towards him over the sand. At first it was shapeless, but as it drew nearer it took on the look of a man.
December 3, 2025 at 12:40 AM
And after a while he saw at the faint outermost edge of the light a shadow that came towards him over the sand. At first it was shapeless, but as it drew nearer it took on the look of a man.
“Where do you get your ideas from, Ms Le Guin?” From forgetting Dostoyevsky and reading road signs backwards, naturally. Where else?
December 2, 2025 at 10:40 PM
“Where do you get your ideas from, Ms Le Guin?” From forgetting Dostoyevsky and reading road signs backwards, naturally. Where else?
Listen, Tenar. Heed me. You were the vessel of evil. The evil is poured out. It is done. It is buried in its own tomb. You were never made for cruelty and darkness; you were made to hold light, as a lamp burning holds and gives its light.
December 2, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Listen, Tenar. Heed me. You were the vessel of evil. The evil is poured out. It is done. It is buried in its own tomb. You were never made for cruelty and darkness; you were made to hold light, as a lamp burning holds and gives its light.
Have you never thought how danger must surround power as shadow does light?
December 2, 2025 at 6:40 PM
Have you never thought how danger must surround power as shadow does light?
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
December 2, 2025 at 4:40 PM
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
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.
December 2, 2025 at 2:42 PM
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.