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Ursula K. Le Guin refuses to blurb a story collection with no female writers. 

“Gentlemen, I just don’t belong here.” This is what a badass sounds like. 

100% perfect letter.

I have never found anywhere, in the domain of art, that you don’t have to walk to.

(There is quite an array of jets, buses and hacks which you can ride to Success; but that is a different destination.) It is a pretty wild country. There are, of course, roads.

Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain’t no free rides, baby.

No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction — you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart.

  • The Language of the Night (1979)

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