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The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

Barbara Kingsolver

Don’t wait for the muse. She has a lousy work ethic. Writers just write.
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Ethics Waiting Work Writing
Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.
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Creativity People Writing
The truth needs so little rehearsal.
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Honesty Needs Truth
What I want is so simple I almost can’t say it: elementary kindness.
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Kindness Simple Want
In the day-to-day, farm work is stress relief for me. At the end of the day, I love having this other career – my anti-job – that keeps me in shape and gives me control over a vegetal domain.
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Careers Jobs Stress
Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven.
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Animal Song Vegetables
The happiest people are the ones with the most community.
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Community People
Humans can be fairly ridiculous animals.
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Animal Miracle Vegetables
Good fiction creates empathy. A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live another life.
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Empathy Eye Looks
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
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Criminal Inspirational Memories Mind
If you want sweet dreams, you’ve got to live a sweet life.
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Dream Sweet Want
If you can’t dress expensive, dress memorable.
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Dresses Expensive Memorable
From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men.
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Kitchen Memories Men
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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Father Heart Men
The loudest sound on earth, she thought, is a man with nothing to do.
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Earth Men Sound
When I want to take God at his word exactly, I take a peep out the window at His creation. Because that, darling, He makes fresh for us everyday.
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Everyday Want Window

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

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The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

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