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.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERVengeance does not subtract any numbers from the equation of murder; it only adds them.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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There’s always more to a story than a body can see from the fenceline.
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It’s the one thing we never quite get over: that we contain our own future.
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He needs to go rub his soul against life.
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Sadness is more or less like a head cold – with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.
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I concentrate on character, theme, language, structure, voice. It actually surprises me that no matter what I write, people declare it “intently political.” I’m just writing about the world I know, as it is. Wounds and griefs included.
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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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Literature sucks you into another psyche. So the creation of empathy necessarily influences how you’ll behave to other people.
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Given my own circumstances, I find that anything can turn out to belong nearly anywhere.
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Fiction and essays can create empathy for the theoretical stranger.
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Everything truly important is washable.
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Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.
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I’m of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.
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A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.
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School is about two parts ABCs to fifty parts Where Do I Stand in the Great Pecking Order of Humankind.
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Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.
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