And, of course, another part of the reason is that I don't believe I have ever felt such an intense admiration for an author as a person. She seemed to have an abundance of respect for all human beings and possessed a remarkable depth in her thoughts. How I wish I had known about her before her passing.
Ursula K. Le Guin wrote stories and fables that didn't need to be novels to hold great significance. She demonstrated that page count does not necessarily equate to the value of a work.
As she so beautifully put it in the quoted passage: "Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose. That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure."
"In our minds, lad. In our minds. The traitor, the self; the self that cries I want to live; let the world burn so long as I can live!"
"When I was young, I had to choose between the life of being and the life of doing. And I leapt at the latter like a trout to a fly. But each deed you do, each act, binds you to itself and to its consequences, and makes you act again and yet again. Then very seldom do you come upon a space, a time like this, between act and act, when you may stop and simply be. Or wonder who, after all, you are.”
Her words continue to resonate and inspire, inviting us to reflect on the nature of life, self, and our place in the world.