Tag: ursula_k_le_guin

Unambitious and sociable, he had chosen to live in town and practice the law.
He stood looking out over the lake, his long face serene.
They were not supposed to talk, so they talked.
He understood that there had been a Revolution.
The work filled his time but not his mind.
The years there were marked by drought or great rain, vintage, weather, harvest, rather than by the events of history.
Summers were long and hot, and thunderstorms roamed growling among the mountains.
It was a dramatic but not a harsh climate.
The magic of names still held minds enchanted.
He stayed out alone, and did not know what to do.
“It must be, it must be,” he repeated with conviction, joy, and fear.
Of the city he knew nothing.
Was it possible that a new life was going to begin?
I’ve got to think. I’ve got to eat something. Come on.
How did they know it was me?
Please control yourself and listen.
You have no right to ask more of me.
I don’t know. It would. But we don’t know what’s possible.
If the universe is infinite, does that mean that everything that could possibly happen, is happening, somewhere, at some time?
Takes a lot of work to hold the world together.
Night. Country’s the only place where they have night left.
He did not try to hear the answer.
Does it matter where you go? All you have is what you are.
You’re crazy, what did you do that for?
It seemed somehow to complicate things.
His patience was that of pride.
That was not humility.
You’re making something of me I’m not.
You take yourself with yourself.
Anywhere you go, you can still ask what it’s all for.
I haven’t thought anything else for years.
Talk about wasting your time!
Why don’t they get up and go somewhere?
Nothing happened. Over and over the same hour passed.
Why did they make so much fuss?
He won’t stop talking.
It isn’t like anything else.
He had not thought that he had any answers.
What did you do it for?
His face were as indifferent as stone.
His silence was grand and oppressive.
All right, all right, everything’s all right.
They looked at him but they did not speak.
He was much too tired to travel on the road.
There’s nothing left to us, now, but one another.
On the road he could walk with sorrow, as he walked through the rain.
The sun, it’s like we could all get out and live again.
It took her a long time to answer.
There was a silence between them.
When are we going home?