The Dispossessed (S.F. MASTERWORKS)

You can’t crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them.

“Just that. Listen, wasn’t it Odo who said that where there’s property there’s theft?” “ ‘To make a thief, make an owner; to create crime, create laws.’

No matter how intelligent a man is he can’t see what he doesn’t know how to see. How can you understand your situation, here, in a capitalist economy, a plutocratic-oligarchic State? How can you see it, coming from your little commune of starving idealists up there in the sky?”

All the people in all the shops were either buyers or sellers. They had no relation to the things but that of possession.

Life on Anarres had sealed him, closed off his soul; the waters of life welled all around him, and yet he could not drink.

“Do they expect students not to be anarchists?” he said. “What else can the young be? When you are on the bottom, you must organise from the bottom up!”

His gentleness was uncompromising; because he would not compete for dominance he was indomitable.

He was not working. He was being worked.

You can go home again, the General Temporal Theory asserts, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.