The happiest people are the ones with the most community.
BARBARA KINGSOLVERFew people know so clearly what they want. Most people can’t even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.
More Barbara Kingsolver Quotes
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Sleeping alone seemed unnatural to me, and pitiful, something done in hospitals or when you’re contagious.
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You think you’re the foreigner here, and I’m the American, and I just look the other way while the President or somebody sends down this and that . . . to torture people with. But nobody asked my permission, okay? Sometimes I feel like I’m a foreigner, too.
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A sound-bite culture can’t discuss science very well. Exactly what we’re losing when we reduce biodiversity, the causes and consequences of global warming-these traumas can’t be adequately summarized in an evening news wrap-up.
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Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.
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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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I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.
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Finally, cooking is good citizenship. It’s the only way to get serious about putting locally raised foods into your diet, which keeps farmlands healthy and grocery money in the neighborhood.
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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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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.
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Fiction and essays can create empathy for the theoretical stranger.
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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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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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…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.
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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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Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what’s not in it.
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