It feels strange to me to be living in a box, hiding from the steadying influence of the moon; wearing the hide of a cow, which is supposed to be dyed to match God-knows-what, on my feet; making promises over the telephone about things I will do at a precise hour next year.
Barbara KingsolverYou know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.
Barbara Kingsolver