He needs to go rub his soul against life.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERHe needs to go rub his soul against life.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERIf you can’t dress expensive, dress memorable.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERSilence has many advantages…I write and draw in my notebook and I read anything I please.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERBecause 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.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERGrowing food was the first activity that gave us enough prosperity to stay in one place, form complex social groups, tell our stories, and build our cities.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERRecall that whatever lofty things you might accomplish today, you will do them only because you first ate something that grew out of the dirt.
BARBARA KINGSOLVEROnce you start cooking, one thing leads to another. A new recipe is as exciting as a blind date. A new ingredient, heaven help me, is an intoxicating affair.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERWe agreed with him in principal – we were little scientists, born and bred. But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERYou could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they’re not self-sufficient.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERI had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERYou never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERTo think is not always to see.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERThat 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.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERIf it’s important, your heart remembers.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERThe way I see it, a person isn’t nothing more than a scarecrow… The only difference between one that stands up good and one that blows over is what kind of a stick they’re stuck up there on.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERHouseholds that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER