You never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERYou never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERHigh fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERHumans can be fairly ridiculous animals.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERGlobal commerce is driven by a single conviction: the inalienable right to earn profit, regardless of any human cost.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERI had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERIt’s one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERFriends, there is nothing like your own family to make you appreciate strangers!
BARBARA KINGSOLVERPeople read books to escape the uncertainties of life.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERIt kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn’t.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERI 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?
BARBARA KINGSOLVERPrayer had always struck me as more or less a glorified attempt at a business transaction.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERThey all attended Hester’s church, which Dellarobia viewed as a complicated pyramid scheme of moral debt and credit resting ultimately on the shoulders of the Lord, but rife with middle managers.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERBe still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging to drown out quiet desperation.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERShe kept swimming out into life because she hadn’t yet found a rock to stand on.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERShe is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn’t.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER…prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER