If you’re standing in the manure pile, it’s somebody’s job to mention the stink.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERThe 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.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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I didn’t study writing in school, I studied biology as an undergraduate and graduate student. So I think that I write fiction in the scientific way. I love invention, obviously; I love creation of character. But I do feel very rooted in the real world, even in the way that I create characters.
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She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn’t.
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No human eye had looked at this moth before; no one would see its friends. So much detail goes unnoticed in the world.
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If you want sweet dreams, you’ve got to live a sweet life.
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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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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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Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.
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I could never work out whether we were to view religion as a life-insurance policy or a life sentence.
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As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn’t stop.
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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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Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.
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There is no perfect time to write. There is only now.
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Maybe life doesn’t get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we’re willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.
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Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.
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Be still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging to drown out quiet desperation.
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