Don’t wait for the muse. She has a lousy work ethic. Writers just write.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERSugar, it’s no parade but you’ll get down the street one way or another, so you’d just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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I grew up aware of all the people I depended on and who depended on me.
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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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Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.
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Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
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The loudest sound on earth, she thought, is a man with nothing to do.
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It’s a great freedom to give up on love, and get on with everything else.
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We’re animals. We’re born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts.
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The truth needs so little rehearsal.
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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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She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn’t.
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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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This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.
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Eaters must understand, how we eat determines how the world is used.
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Thanks for this day, for all birds safe in their nests, for whatever this is, for life.
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… Urban friends ask me how I can stand living here, ‘so far from everything?’ When I hear this question over the phone, I’m usually looking out the window at a forest, a running creek, and a vegetable garden, thinking: Define everything.
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