How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
Barbara KingsolverI rarely think of poetry as something I make happen; it is more accurate to say that it happens to me. Like a summer storm, a house afire, or the coincidence of both on the same day.
Barbara KingsolverHigh fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.
Barbara Kingsolver