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By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Stop a minute, right where you are. Relax your shoulders, shake your head and spine like a dog shaking off cold water. Tell that imperious voice in your head to be still.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Everything truly important is washable.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

The last generation's worst fears became the next one's B-grade entertainment.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

In the places that call me out, I know I'll recover my wordless childhood trust in the largeness of life and its willingness to take me in.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

The thing is, it's my own fault. I just can't put up with a person that won't go out of his way for me. And that's what a man is. Somebody that won't go out of his way for you. I bet it says that in the dictionary.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

God is frightful, God is great--you pick. I choose this: God is in the details, the completely unnecessary miracles sometimes tossed up as stars to guide us. They are the promise of good fortune in a cloudless day, and the animals in the clouds; look hard enough, and you'll see them. Don't ask if they're real.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

It is harrowing for me to try to teach 20-year-old students, who earnestly want to improve their writing. The best I can think to tell them is: Quit smoking, and observe posted speed limits. This will improve your odds of getting old enough to be wise.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Food is the rare moral arena in which the ethical choice is generally the one more likely to make you groan with pleasure.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

The wrong words are impossible when there are no words.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

The longer I think about a food industry organized around an animal that cannot reproduce itself without technical assistance, the more I mistrust it. Poultry, a significant part of the modern diet, is emblematic of the whole dirty deal. Having no self-sustaining bloodlines to back up the industry is like having no gold standard to underpin paper currency. Maintaining a natural breeding poultry flock is a rebellion, at the most basic level, against the wholly artificial nature of how foods are produced.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he's entitled to joy rather than submission?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

As a biologist, I can't think of myself as anything but an animal among animals and plant.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

You never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Those first few weeks are an unearthly season. From the outside you remain so ordinary, no one can tell from looking that you have experienced an earthquake of the soul. You've been torn asunder, invested with an ancient, incomprehensible magic. It's the one thing that we never quite get over: that we contain our own future.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

An imperfectly remembered life is a useless treachery. Every day, more fragments of the past roll around heavily in the chambers of an empty brain, shedding bits of color, a sentence or a fragrance, something that changes and then disappears. It drops like a stone to the bottom of the cave.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

This Forest eats itself and lives forever.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Literature duplicates the experience of living in a way that nothing else can, drawing you so fully into another life that you temporarily forget you have one of your own. That is why you read it, and might even sit up in bed till early dawn, throwing your whole tomorrow out of whack, simply to find out what happens to some people who, you know perfectly well, are made up.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

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.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

The longer the sauce cooks, the spicier it gets.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

The last generations's worst fears become the next one's B-grade entertainment.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Planning complex, beautiful meals and investing one's heart and time in their preparation is the opposite of self-indulgence. Kitchen-based family gatherings are process-oriented, cooperative, and in the best of worlds, nourishing and soulful. A lot of calories get used up before anyone sits down to consume. But more importantly, a lot of talk happens first, news exchanged, secrets revealed across generations, paths cleared with a touch on the arm. I have given and received some of my life's most important hugs with those big oven-mitt potholders on both hands.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Watching Italians eat (especially men, I have to say) is a form of tourism the books don't tell you about. They close their eyes, raise their eyebrows into accent marks, and make sounds of acute appreciation. It's fairly sexy. Of course I don't know how these men behave at home, if they help with the cooking or are vain and boorish and mistreat their wives. I realized Mediterranean cultures have their issues. Fine, don't burst my bubble. I didn’t want to marry these guys, I just wanted to watch. (p. 247)

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

the novel is inherently a political instrument, regardless of its subject. It invites you - more than invites you, induces you - to live inside another person's skin. It creates empathy. And that's the antidote to bigotry. The novel doesn't just tell you about another life, which is what a newspaper would do. It makes you live another life, inhabit another perspective. And that's very important.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Sometimes I've survived anger only one minute at a time, by saying to myself again and again that the best kind of revenge is some kind of life beyond this, some kind of goodness. And I can lay no claim to goodness until I can prove that mean people have not made me mean.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Beginning a novel is always hard. It feels like going nowhere. I always have to write at least 100 pages that go into the trashcan before it finally begins to work. It's discouraging, but necessary to write those pages. I try to consider them pages -100 to zero of the novel.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

I wonder that religion can live or die on the strength of a faint, stirring breeze. The scent trail shifts, causing the predator to miss the pounce. One god draws in the breath of life and rises; another god expires.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

School is about two parts ABCs to fifty parts Where Do I Stand in the Great Pecking Order of Humankind.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

I have seen women looking at jewelry ads with a misty eye and one hand resting on the heart, and I only know what they're feeling because that's how I read the seed catalogs in January.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

I believe that the people who survive a cataclysm, rather than those who stand by and analyze it, are nearly always the more credible witnesses to their own history.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

God doesn’t need to punish us. He just grants us a long enough life to punish ourselves.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Being a novelist and being a mother have exactly coincided in my life: the call from my agent saying that I had a contract for my first novel - that was on my answering phone message when I got back from the hospital with my first child.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Bitter words normally evaporate with the moisture of breath, after a quarrel. In order to become permanent, they require transcribers, reporters, complicit black hearts.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Because I write fiction that is based in the real world, it's going to lead people into some of the modern dilemmas and concerns and even catastrophes that they will think about in a new way.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Vengeance does not subtract any numbers from the equation of murder; it only adds them.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Silence has many advantages…I write and draw in my notebook and I read anything I please.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

How is it right to slip free of an old skin and walk away from the scene of the crime? We came, we saw, we took away and we left behind, we must be allowed our anguish and our regrets.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall and a waiter hustles through a curtain of jasmine to bring a bowl of tortilla soup, steaming with cilantro and lime. Cats stalk lizards among the clay pots around the fountain, doves settle into the flowering vines and coo their prayers, thankful for the existence of lizards. The potted plants silently exhale, outgrowing their clay pots. Like Mexico's children they stand pinched and patient in last year's too-small shoes.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Mother, you can still hold hold on but forgive, forgive and give for long as long as we both shall live, I forgive you, Mother.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Be careful what you give children, for sooner or later you are sure to get it back.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Barbara Kingsolver

Our holiday food splurge was a small crate of tangerines, which we found ridiculously thrilling after an eight-month abstinence from citrus.... Lily hugged each one to her chest before undressing it as gently as a doll. Watching her do that as she sat cross-legged on the floor one morning in pink pajamas, with bliss lighting her cheeks, I thought: Lucky is the world, to receive this grateful child. Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing.