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You don’t think you’ll live past it and you don’t really. The person you were is gone. But the half of you that’s still alive wakes up one day and takes over again.

Barbara Kingsolver

From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men.
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Kitchen Memories Men
Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.
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Heart Moving Pain
Now I’m starting to think he wasn’t supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me.
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Doorways Starting Thinking
The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.
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Artist Novelist Writing
The talkers are rising above the thinkers.
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Rise Above Rising Talking
A writer’s occupational hazard: I think of eavesdropping as minding my business.
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Busybodies Hazards Thinking
As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn’t stop.
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Dark Grief Moving
There were two things about Mama. One is she always expected the best out of me. And the other is that then no matter what I did, whatever I came home with, she acted like it was the moon I had just hung up in the sky and plugged in all the stars. Like I was that good.
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Home Moon Stars
Don’t wait for the muse. She has a lousy work ethic. Writers just write.
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Ethics Waiting Work Writing
Vengeance does not subtract any numbers from the equation of murder; it only adds them.
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Doe Numbers Revenge
…nothing momentous comes in this world unless it comes on the shoulders of kindness.
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Kindness Momentous Shoulder World
I grew up aware of all the people I depended on and who depended on me.
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Grew Grew Up People
Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.
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Borders Country Trying
The 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.
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Blow Differences Way
A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.
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Doe Dog Thinking
If you want sweet dreams, you’ve got to live a sweet life.
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Dream Sweet Want

You don’t think you’ll live past it and you don’t really. The person you were is gone. But the half of you that’s still alive wakes up one day and takes over again.

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You don’t think you’ll live past it and you don’t really. The person you were is gone. But the half of you that’s still alive wakes up one day and takes over again.

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