But kids don’t stay with you if you do it right. It’s the one job where, the better you are, the more surely you won’t be needed in the long run.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERNo human eye had looked at this moth before; no one would see its friends. So much detail goes unnoticed in the world.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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Tall and straight I may appear, but I will always be Ada inside. A crooked little person trying to tell the truth. The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes
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A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.
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If you want sweet dreams, you’ve got to live a sweet life.
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I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.
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Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.
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I don’t bring expectations to any of my books. I don’t tell people what to do. I want to invite them in.
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Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica.
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Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
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There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.
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Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what’s not in it.
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The moth settled onto the curtain and sat still. It was an astonishing creature, with black and white wings patterned in geometric shapes, scarlet underwings, and a fat white body with black spots running down it like a snowman’s coal buttons.
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I’m widest awake as a writer doing something new, engaged in a process I’m not sure I can finish, generating at the edge of my powers. Some people bungee jump; I write.
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That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever describe that scent.
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Forgive me, O Heavenly Father, according to the multitude of Thy mercies. I have lusted in my heart to break a man’s skull and scatter the stench of his brains across several people’s back yards.
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You don’t think you’ll live past it and you don’t really. The person you were is gone. But the half of you that’s still alive wakes up one day and takes over again.
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