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
“Life-giver,” he said and leaned forward, kissing her breast and mouth.
November 11, 2025 at 8:18 AM
“Life-giver,” he said and leaned forward, kissing her breast and mouth.
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.
November 11, 2025 at 6:15 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.
Stealthily the stars slid forward into nothingness.
November 11, 2025 at 4:15 AM
Stealthily the stars slid forward into nothingness.
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.
November 11, 2025 at 2:17 AM
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.
In this effort to attain security, independence and privacy of course were suspect...
November 11, 2025 at 12:15 AM
In this effort to attain security, independence and privacy of course were suspect...
We men dream dreams, we work magic, we do good, we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams. They do not work magic: it is their substance, their being. They do not do; they are.
November 10, 2025 at 10:15 PM
We men dream dreams, we work magic, we do good, we do evil. The dragons do not dream. They are dreams. They do not work magic: it is their substance, their being. They do not do; they are.
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.
November 10, 2025 at 8:17 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.
“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.