Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERTall 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
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning.
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There’s always more to a story than a body can see from the fenceline.
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You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.
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Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it’s not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.
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There are days when I am envious of my hens: when I hunger for a purpose as perfect and sure as a single daily egg.
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Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve 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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If we can’t, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread.
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A writer’s occupational hazard: I think of eavesdropping as minding my business.
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When moral superiority combines with billowing ignorance, they fill up a hot-air balloon that’s awfully hard not to poke.
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All of the promises of politicians, generals, madmen, and crusaders that war can create peace have yet to be borne out.
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Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.
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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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…prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.
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The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don’t know.
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