Barbara Kingsolver
American fiction writer.
What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.
Why does a person even get up in the morning? You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you'll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I-10 and die. Life is so stupid I can't stand it.
Every minute with a child takes seven minutes off your life.
Terms like that, "Humane Society," are devised with people like me in mind, who don't care to dwell on what happens to the innocent.
Libraries are the one American institution you shouldn't rip off.
It wasn't a matter of courage or dreams, but something a whole lot simpler. A pilot would call it ground orientation. I'd spent a long time circling above the clouds, looking for life, while Hallie was living it.
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.
If we can't, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread.
It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.