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Quick! Aren’t there other ways of living? −
Bad Blood - Arthur Rimbaud (via poeticque)
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.
Adrienne Rich (via feellng)
To me the important thing is not to offer any specific hope of betterment but, by offering an imagined but persuasive alternative reality, to dislodge my mind, and so the reader’s mind, from the lazy, timorous habit of thinking that the way we live now is the only way people can live. It is that inertia that allows the institutions of injustice to continue unquestioned. The exercise of imagination is dangerous to those who profit from the way things are because it has the power to show that the way things are is not permanent, not universal, not necessary. Having that real though limited power to put established institutions into question, imaginative literature has also the responsibility of power. The storyteller is the truthteller.
Ursula K. Le Guin on Power, Oppression, Freedom, and How Imaginative Storytelling Expands Our Scope of the Possible | Brain Pickings (via fullpraxisnow)
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“I was probably in the realm of truth. But truth, cher ami, is a colossal bore.”
— Albert Camus, from The Fall