Perhaps growing up meant we put our knives away and feigned ignorance of the damage.
Barbara KingsolverI stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.
Barbara KingsolverA first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world. But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after--oh, that' s love by a different name.
Barbara Kingsolver