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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.

Barbara Kingsolver

I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.
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Allies Imperfect Like Me
There’s always more to a story than a body can see from the fenceline.
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Always Body Fenceline Stories
I rarely think of poetry as something I make happen; it is more accurate to say that it happens to me. Like a summer storm, a house afire, or the coincidence of both on the same day.
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Poetry Summer Thinking
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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Black Eye Geometric Running Shape White
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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Grows Willing Wonder
I did it to win love, and to prove myself capable. Not to move mountains. In my opinions, mountains don’t move. They only look changed when you look down on them from great height.
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Mountain Moving Winning
Thanks for this day, for all birds safe in their nests, for whatever this is, for life.
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Bird Nests Safe
It’s frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.
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Changed Frightening Love Things
The most assiduous task of parenting is to divine the difference between boundaries and bondage.
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Differences Father Tasks
The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.
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Change May Salvation
That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever describe that scent.
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Hands Rain Strong
Don’t wait for the muse. She has a lousy work ethic. Writers just write.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER

Ethics Waiting Work Writing
Vengeance does not subtract any numbers from the equation of murder; it only adds them.
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Doe Numbers Revenge
We’re surrounded by mandates, and I believe that literature should be mandate-free. I feel very strongly about that.
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Believe Literature Should
I prefer to remain anomalous.
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Prefer Remain
Eaters must understand, how we eat determines how the world is used.
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Determine Used World

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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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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