If you want sweet dreams, you’ve got to live a sweet life.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERthere are people who read my work and accuse me of being political! As far as I’m concerned that’s like accusing a dog of having a bark!
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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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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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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The first steps toward stewardship are awareness, appreciation, and the selfish desire to have the things around for our kids to see. Presumably the unselfish motives will follow as we wise up.
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It occurs to her that there is one thing about people you can never understand well enough: how entirely inside themselves they are.
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I grew up aware of all the people I depended on and who depended on me.
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A person could spend most of a lifetime in retrospective terror, thinking of all the things one nearly didn’t do.
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Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica.
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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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I prefer to remain anomalous.
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A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.
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The talkers are rising above the thinkers.
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Stop a minute, right where you are. Relax your shoulders, shake your head and spine like a dog shaking off cold water. Tell that imperious voice in your head to be still.
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From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men.
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I do my best work if I think about what it is I have to offer.
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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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