If we can’t, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERValue is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.
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She kept swimming out into life because she hadn’t yet found a rock to stand on.
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Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can’t even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.
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the conspicuous consumption of limited resources has yet to be accepted widely as a spiritual error, or even bad manners
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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.
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I never think that anything I’m writing is bluntly political in any way. I’m not going for commentary.
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Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.
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Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet up.
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Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.
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Write a nonfiction book, and be prepared for the legion of readers who are going to doubt your fact. But write a novel, and get ready for the world to assume every word is true.
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Once you start cooking, one thing leads to another. A new recipe is as exciting as a blind date. A new ingredient, heaven help me, is an intoxicating affair.
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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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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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Literature is one of the few kinds of writing in the world that does not tell you what to buy, want, see, be, or believe. It’s more like conversation, raising new questions and inspiring you to answer them for yourself.
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You don’t think you’ll live past it and you don’t really. The person you were is gone. But the half of you that’s still alive wakes up one day and takes over again.
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