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The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.

Barbara Kingsolver

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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Past Real Secret
I’ve about decided that’s the main thing that separates happy people from the other people: the feeling that you’re a practical item, with a use, like a sweater or a socket wrench.
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Feelings People Sweaters
I’m not pretending to be ingenuous; I know what I’m doing.
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Knows Pretending
… Urban friends ask me how I can stand living here, ‘so far from everything?’ When I hear this question over the phone, I’m usually looking out the window at a forest, a running creek, and a vegetable garden, thinking: Define everything.
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Garden Running Thinking
Households 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.
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Animal Song Vegetables
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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Believe Grief Track
How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.
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Bird Book Want
When I want to take God at his word exactly, I take a peep out the window at His creation. Because that, darling, He makes fresh for us everyday.
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Everyday Want Window
Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he’s entitled to joy rather than submission?
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Joy Men Rather Submission
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn’t.
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Daughter Day Mom Mother
If you want sweet dreams, you’ve got to live a sweet life.
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Dream Sweet Want
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.
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Library Mind Soul
You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.
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Kids Sorry Two
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
Because 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.
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Blow Blue Sky
How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
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Foolish Losing Loss

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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