Alone, no one wins freedom.
If civilization has an opposite, it is war.
This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing.
He is far too intelligent to become really cerebral.
After a long time spent learning how to write as a woman instead of as an honorary man, I was able to come back to Earthsea and write the next three books in another and newer tradition: that of questioning, rather than accepting, the gendering of power as male.