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
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.
February 10, 2026 at 3:30 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.
To make a thief, make an owner; to create crime, create laws.
February 10, 2026 at 1:30 PM
To make a thief, make an owner; to create crime, create laws.
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.
February 10, 2026 at 11:30 AM
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.
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.
February 10, 2026 at 9:30 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.
To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.
February 10, 2026 at 7:30 AM
To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.
February 10, 2026 at 5:30 AM
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
February 10, 2026 at 3:30 AM
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
“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.
February 10, 2026 at 1:30 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.
I spoke your true name. It's not what I thought it would be. And I don't feel easy about it. As if I'd left something unfinished. But it is your name. If it betrays you, then that's the truth of it.
February 9, 2026 at 11:30 PM
I spoke your true name. It's not what I thought it would be. And I don't feel easy about it. As if I'd left something unfinished. But it is your name. If it betrays you, then that's the truth of it.
I was in too much haste, and now have no time left.
February 9, 2026 at 9:30 PM
I was in too much haste, and now have no time left.
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.
February 9, 2026 at 7:30 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.
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.
February 9, 2026 at 5:30 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.
They are beasts as we are beasts. Men are animals that speak.
February 9, 2026 at 3:30 PM
They are beasts as we are beasts. Men are animals that speak.
If he would not be a stick whirled and whelmed in the stream, he must be the stream itself, all of it, from its spring to its sinking in the sea.
February 9, 2026 at 1:30 PM
If he would not be a stick whirled and whelmed in the stream, he must be the stream itself, all of it, from its spring to its sinking in the sea.
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.
February 9, 2026 at 11:55 AM
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.
We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
February 9, 2026 at 11:30 AM
We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
An irrelevant and poignant sensation of pleasure rose in him, like a tree that grew up and flowered all in one moment with its roots in his loins and its flowers in his mind.
February 9, 2026 at 9:30 AM
An irrelevant and poignant sensation of pleasure rose in him, like a tree that grew up and flowered all in one moment with its roots in his loins and its flowers in his mind.
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.
February 9, 2026 at 7:30 AM
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.
Nothing is yours. It is to use. It is to share. If you will not share it, you cannot use it.
February 9, 2026 at 5:30 AM
Nothing is yours. It is to use. It is to share. If you will not share it, you cannot use it.
The danger in trying to do good is that the mind comes to confuse the intent of goodness with the act of doing things well.
February 9, 2026 at 3:30 AM
The danger in trying to do good is that the mind comes to confuse the intent of goodness with the act of doing things well.
All her life she had looked into dark; but this was a vaster darkness, this night on the ocean. There was no end to it. There was no roof. It went out beyond the stars.
February 9, 2026 at 1:30 AM
All her life she had looked into dark; but this was a vaster darkness, this night on the ocean. There was no end to it. There was no roof. It went out beyond the stars.
You were moved to do this by pride and by hate. Is it any wonder the result was ruin?
February 8, 2026 at 11:30 PM
You were moved to do this by pride and by hate. Is it any wonder the result was ruin?
To deny the past is to deny the future.
February 8, 2026 at 9:30 PM
To deny the past is to deny the future.
Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing.
February 8, 2026 at 7:30 PM
Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing.
Sun shrunk to moon. Cold comes soon.
February 8, 2026 at 5:30 PM
Sun shrunk to moon. Cold comes soon.