organization is the religion of the single parent.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERThis is how Americans think. You believe that if something terrible happens to someone, they must have deserved it.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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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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The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes.
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There’s always more to a story than a body can see from the fenceline.
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I grew up aware of all the people I depended on and who depended on me.
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It’s terrible to lose somebody, but it’s also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that’s got to be so much worse.
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Codi: Gives you the willies, doesn’t it? The thought of raising kids in a place where the front yard ends in a two-hundred-foot drop? [referring to cliff dwellings] Loyd: No worse than raising up kids where the front yard ends in a freeway.
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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 made it to the childbearing phase without TV dependence, then looked around and thought, Well gee, why start now? Why get a pet python on the day you decide to raise fuzzy little gerbils?
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You can’t replace people you love with other people…But you can trust that you’re not going to run out of people to love.
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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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The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.
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I prefer to remain anomalous.
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Honk if you love Jesus, text while driving if you want to meet up.
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Everything truly important is washable.
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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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