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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.

Barbara Kingsolver

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER

Cure First Kill
I live in a rural part of Virginia surrounded by farms and farmers.
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Farmers Farms Virginia
Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work – that goes on, it adds up.
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Funny Life Running
Tall and straight I may appear, but I will always be Ada inside. A crooked little person trying to tell the truth. The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes
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Ada Balance Trying
Sleeping alone seemed unnatural to me, and pitiful, something done in hospitals or when you’re contagious.
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Contagious Done Sleep
No human eye had looked at this moth before; no one would see its friends. So much detail goes unnoticed in the world.
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Before Human Unnoticed World
Once 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.
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Animal Miracle Vegetables
Everything you’re sure is right can be wrong in another place.
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Everything Right Sure Travel
A writer’s occupational hazard: I think of eavesdropping as minding my business.
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Busybodies Hazards Thinking
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.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER

Heart Mean Moving
I’m widest awake as a writer doing something new, engaged in a process I’m not sure I can finish, generating at the edge of my powers. Some people bungee jump; I write.
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New People Something Writing
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.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER

Library Mind Soul
Friends, there is nothing like your own family to make you appreciate strangers!
BARBARA KINGSOLVER

Appreciate Family Stranger
The talkers are rising above the thinkers.
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Rise Above Rising Talking
Literature is one of the few kinds of writing in the world that does not tell you what to buy, want, see, be, or believe. It’s more like conversation, raising new questions and inspiring you to answer them for yourself.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER

Believe Moving Writing
I don’t understand how any good art could fail to be political.
BARBARA KINGSOLVER

Art Failing Political

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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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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