The Word for World is Forest (Hainish Cycle, #5)

by Ursula K. Le Guin

There is a wish to kill in them, and therefore I saw fit to put them to death.”

For if it’s all the rest of us who are killed by the suicide, it’s himself whom the murderer kills; only he has to do it over, and over, and over.

You cannot take things that exist in the world and try to drive them back into the dream, to hold them inside the dream with walls and pretenses. That is insanity. What is, is.