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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.

Barbara Kingsolver

From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.
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Fallen Tree Trouble
Oh, mercy. If it catches you in the wrong frame of mind, the King James Bible can make you want to drink poison in no uncertain terms.
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Kings Mind Poison
I’m not pretending to be ingenuous; I know what I’m doing.
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Knows Pretending
A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.
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Feeling Good Life Throwing
My worst nightmare is being stuck somewhere with nothing to read.
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Nightmares Nothing Stuck Worst
This is what it means to be alone: everyone is connected to everyone else, their bodies are a bright liquid life flowing around you, sharing a single heart that drives them to move all together. If the shark comes they will all escape, and leave you to be eaten.
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Heart Mean Moving
The bad thing about small-town life is that everybody knows your business…I suppose that is my central obsession. What we owe to society, what we owe to ourselves.
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Business Know Obsession Small Suppose Town
Feeling that morality has nothing to do with the way you use the resources of the world is an idea that can’t persist much longer. If it does, then we won’t.
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Environmental Feelings Ideas
Last time I talked to her she didn’t sound like herself. She’s depressed. It’s awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they’re no good.
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People Running Thinking
It’s the one thing we never quite get over: that we contain our own future.
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Get One Thing Over
I do my best work if I think about what it is I have to offer.
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Best Work Offer Thinking
Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER

Alone Being Life Writing
The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.
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Artist Novelist Writing
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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New People Something Writing
I don’t understand how any good art could fail to be political.
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Art Failing Political
Many of us who aren’t farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows in the yard.
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Past Real Secret

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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