Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end. Every choice is a world made new for the chosen.
Barbara KingsolverHigh fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.
Barbara KingsolverThis will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.
Barbara KingsolverI 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.
Barbara Kingsolver