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
“They will fear her,” Tenar whispered.
November 10, 2025 at 6:15 PM
“They will fear her,” Tenar whispered.
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
November 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
All the choices I didn't make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world. To the lives that haven't been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I loved, the breath I breathed.
November 10, 2025 at 2:16 PM
All the choices I didn't make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world. To the lives that haven't been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I loved, the breath I breathed.
No wizardry would serve him now, but only his own flesh, his life itself, against the unliving.
November 10, 2025 at 12:15 PM
No wizardry would serve him now, but only his own flesh, his life itself, against the unliving.
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
November 10, 2025 at 10:15 AM
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
I made myself a vessel. I know its shape. But not the clay. Life danced me. I know the dances. But I don't know who the dancer is.
November 10, 2025 at 8:17 AM
I made myself a vessel. I know its shape. But not the clay. Life danced me. I know the dances. But I don't know who the dancer is.
She found that their company revived her, carried her away from the constant presence of last night's terror, little by little, till she could begin to look back on it as something that had happened, not something that was happening, that must always be happening to her.
November 10, 2025 at 6:15 AM
She found that their company revived her, carried her away from the constant presence of last night's terror, little by little, till she could begin to look back on it as something that had happened, not something that was happening, that must always be happening to her.
It is no secret. All power is one in source and end, I think. Years and distances, stars and candles, water and wind and wizardry, the craft in a man's hand and the wisdom in a tree's root: they all arise together.
November 10, 2025 at 4:15 AM
It is no secret. All power is one in source and end, I think. Years and distances, stars and candles, water and wind and wizardry, the craft in a man's hand and the wisdom in a tree's root: they all arise together.
He thought he had learned pain, but he would learn it again and again, all his life, and forget none of it.
November 10, 2025 at 2:17 AM
He thought he had learned pain, but he would learn it again and again, all his life, and forget none of it.
it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.
November 10, 2025 at 12:15 AM
it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.
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 9, 2025 at 10:15 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.”
You are like a lantern swathed and covered, hidden away in a dark place. Yet the light shines; they could not put out the light. They could not hide you.
November 9, 2025 at 8:16 PM
You are like a lantern swathed and covered, hidden away in a dark place. Yet the light shines; they could not put out the light. They could not hide you.
He who would be Seamaster must know the true name of every drop of water in the sea.
November 9, 2025 at 6:15 PM
He who would be Seamaster must know the true name of every drop of water in the 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.
November 9, 2025 at 4:15 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.
He grinned a little as he thought it; for he had always liked that pause, that fearful pause, the moment before things changed.
November 9, 2025 at 2:16 PM
He grinned a little as he thought it; for he had always liked that pause, that fearful pause, the moment before things changed.
This story is about one of the ones who walked away from Omelas.
November 9, 2025 at 12:15 PM
This story is about one of the ones who walked away from Omelas.
Rules are made to be broken. Injustice makes the rules, and courage breaks them.
November 9, 2025 at 10:15 AM
Rules are made to be broken. Injustice makes the rules, and courage breaks them.
The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.
November 9, 2025 at 8:16 AM
The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.
I look at the world, at the forests and the mountains here, the sky, and it's all right, as it should be. But we aren't. People aren't. We're wrong. We do wrong. No animal does wrong. How could they? But we can, and we do. And we never stop.
November 9, 2025 at 6:15 AM
I look at the world, at the forests and the mountains here, the sky, and it's all right, as it should be. But we aren't. People aren't. We're wrong. We do wrong. No animal does wrong. How could they? But we can, and we do. And we never stop.
And the truth is that as a man's real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he must do.
November 9, 2025 at 4:15 AM
And the truth is that as a man's real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing, but does only and wholly what he must do.
Manhood is patience. Mastery is nine times patience.
November 9, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Manhood is patience. Mastery is nine times patience.
Greed puts out the sun.
November 9, 2025 at 12:15 AM
Greed puts out the sun.
I know perfectly well he's a god, too. But what I think is, he'll be much godlier after he's dead.
November 8, 2025 at 10:15 PM
I know perfectly well he's a god, too. But what I think is, he'll be much godlier after he's dead.
You are all in jail. Each alone, solitary, with a heap of what he owns. You live in prison, die in prison. It is all I can see in your eyes – the walls, the walls!
November 8, 2025 at 8:16 PM
You are all in jail. Each alone, solitary, with a heap of what he owns. You live in prison, die in prison. It is all I can see in your eyes – the walls, the walls!
Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it.
November 8, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it.