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If you want sweet dreams, you’ve got to live a sweet life.

Barbara Kingsolver

The bad thing about small-town life is that everybody knows your business…I suppose that is my central obsession. What we owe to society, what we owe to ourselves.
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Business Know Obsession Small Suppose Town
I prefer to remain anomalous.
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Prefer Remain
There are days when I am envious of my hens: when I hunger for a purpose as perfect and sure as a single daily egg.
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Eggs Life Perfect
Good fiction creates empathy. A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live another life.
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Empathy Eye Looks
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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Appreciation Selfish Wise
Wherever I am, let me never forget to distinguish want from need
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Charity Needs Want
Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice.
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Animal Skills Vegetables
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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Believe Grief Track
Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.
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Betrayal Heads Perfect Tails
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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Air Both Grief Real Thing
Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.
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Believe Deserve Luck
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for!
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Anticipation Hope Life
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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Many of us who aren’t farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows in the yard.
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Past Real Secret
How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
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Foolish Losing Loss
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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Civilization Kids Two

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