The Dispossessed: A Novel (Hainish Cycle, #6)

by Ursula K. Le Guin

“Where, then, is Truth?” declaimed Bedap, and yawned. “In the hill one happens to be sitting on,” said Tirin.

But no society can change the nature of existence. We can’t prevent suffering.

To make a thief, make an owner; to create crime, create laws.’

“It’s always easier not to think for oneself. Find a nice safe hierarchy and settle in. Don’t make changes, don’t risk disapproval, don’t upset your syndics. It’s always easiest to let yourself be governed.”