A man would know the end he goes to, but he cannot know it if he does not turn, and return to his beginning, and hold that beginning in his being. 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.

True understanding is the spur of genius

Who knows a man's name, holds that man's life in his keeping. Thus to Ged, who had lost faith in himself, Vetch had given him that gift that only a friend can give, the proof of unshaken, unshakeable trust.

The great authors share their souls with us- "literally.

The light is the left hand of darkness.

Other people's stories may become part of your own, the foundation of it, the ground it goes on.

Do you know how to read?" "No. It is one of the black arts." He nodded. "But a useful one," he said.