Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what's not in it.
Barbara KingsolverAnd somehow Hallie thrived anyway--the blossom of our family, like one of those miraculous fruit trees that taps into an invisible vein of nurture and bears radiant bushels of plums while the trees around it merely go on living. In Grace, in the old days, when people found one of those in their orchard they called it the semilla besada--the seed that got kissed. Sometimes you'd run across one that people had come to, and returned to, in hopes of a blessing. The branches would be festooned like a Christmas tree of family tokens: a baby sock, a pair of broken reading glasses, the window envelope of a pension check.
Barbara KingsolverThe 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.
Barbara KingsolverThe best artifact was the calendar of the ancients, a great carved piece of stone as big as a kitchen, circular, bolted to the wall like a giant clock. In the center was an angry face looking out, as if he'd come through that stone from some other place to have a look at us, and not very pleased about it.
Barbara KingsolverTag: figurative-language smilie
Mother could go for one year without food, but not one day without her lip sticks.
Barbara KingsolverThis is how we celebrate the Day of the Dead in America: by turning up our collars against the scent of earthworms calling us home.
Barbara KingsolverA novel has to entertain -- that's the contract with the reader: you give me ten hours and I'll give you a reason to turn every page.
Barbara KingsolverSilence has many advantages. When you do not speak, other people presume you to be deaf or feeble-minded and promptly make a show of their own limitations.
Barbara KingsolverDon't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.
Barbara KingsolverFor six years, from age nineteen until I turned twenty-five, I did not sleep uninterrupted through a single night. . . . I felt lucky to get my shoes on the right feet. . . . I moved forward only, thinking each morning anew that we were leaving the worst behind.
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