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
The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes.
December 26, 2025 at 9:05 PM
The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men’s eyes.
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
December 26, 2025 at 7:05 PM
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
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.
December 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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.
The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.
December 26, 2025 at 3:05 PM
The idea is like grass. It craves light, likes crowds, thrives on crossbreeding, grows better for being stepped on.
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
December 26, 2025 at 1:05 PM
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
“They will fear her,” Tenar whispered.
December 26, 2025 at 11:08 AM
“They will fear her,” Tenar whispered.
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.
December 26, 2025 at 9:05 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.
I know perfectly well he's a god, too. But what I think is, he'll be much godlier after he's dead.
December 26, 2025 at 7:05 AM
I know perfectly well he's a god, too. But what I think is, he'll be much godlier after he's dead.
I was dying of thirst when you gave me water, yet it was not the water alone that saved me. It was the strength of the hands that gave it.
December 26, 2025 at 5:08 AM
I was dying of thirst when you gave me water, yet it was not the water alone that saved me. It was the strength of the hands that gave it.
The sea spoke forever, but its language was foreign to her. She did not understand.
December 26, 2025 at 3:00 AM
The sea spoke forever, but its language was foreign to her. She did not understand.
If we hide, Therru, we feed him. We will eat. And we will starve him.
December 26, 2025 at 1:00 AM
If we hide, Therru, we feed him. We will eat. And we will starve him.
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
December 25, 2025 at 11:03 PM
The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it.
But when a direction is chosen freely and followed wholeheartedly, it may seem that all things further the going.
December 25, 2025 at 9:01 PM
But when a direction is chosen freely and followed wholeheartedly, it may seem that all things further the going.
She never saw why something could not be. Another reason he loved her.
December 25, 2025 at 7:00 PM
She never saw why something could not be. Another reason he loved her.
And he would watch the snow falling, thin and ceaseless, on the empty lands below the window, and feel the dull cold grow within him, till it seemed no feeling was left to him except a kind of weariness.
December 25, 2025 at 5:02 PM
And he would watch the snow falling, thin and ceaseless, on the empty lands below the window, and feel the dull cold grow within him, till it seemed no feeling was left to him except a kind of weariness.
To enter with heart and mind into the world of the imagination may be to head deliberately and directly toward, or back toward, engagement with the real world.
December 25, 2025 at 3:00 PM
To enter with heart and mind into the world of the imagination may be to head deliberately and directly toward, or back toward, engagement with the real world.
The sunlights differ, but there is only one darkness.
December 25, 2025 at 1:00 PM
The sunlights differ, but there is only one darkness.
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.
December 25, 2025 at 11:01 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.
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.
December 25, 2025 at 9:00 AM
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’d rather get bad news from an honest man than lies from a flatterer.
December 25, 2025 at 7:00 AM
I’d rather get bad news from an honest man than lies from a flatterer.
Outside the locked room is the landscape of time, in which the spirit may, with luck and courage, construct the fragile, makeshift, improbable roads and cities of fidelity: a landscape inhabitable by human beings.
December 25, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Outside the locked room is the landscape of time, in which the spirit may, with luck and courage, construct the fragile, makeshift, improbable roads and cities of fidelity: a landscape inhabitable by human beings.
I was dying of thirst when you gave me water, yet it was not the water alone that saved me. It was the strength of the hands that gave it.
December 25, 2025 at 3:00 AM
I was dying of thirst when you gave me water, yet it was not the water alone that saved me. It was the strength of the hands that gave it.
Women were likely, as women, to take the next generation’s part, not this one’s; they wove the links men saw as chains, the bonds men saw as bondage.
December 25, 2025 at 1:00 AM
Women were likely, as women, to take the next generation’s part, not this one’s; they wove the links men saw as chains, the bonds men saw as bondage.
No darkness lasts forever. And even there, there are stars.
December 24, 2025 at 11:00 PM
No darkness lasts forever. And even there, there are stars.
Only what is mortal bears life. Only in death is there rebirth. The Balance is not a stillness. it is a movement--an eternal becoming.
December 24, 2025 at 9:01 PM
Only what is mortal bears life. Only in death is there rebirth. The Balance is not a stillness. it is a movement--an eternal becoming.