You never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.
Barbara KingsolverThere is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet.
Barbara KingsolverWake up now, look alive, for here is a day off work just to praise Creation: the turkey, the squash, and the corn, these things that ate and drank sunshine, grass, mud, and rain, and then in the shortening days laid down their lives for our welfare and onward resolve. There's the miracle for you, the absolute sacrifice that still holds back seed: a germ of promise to do the whole thing again, another time. . . Thanksgiving is Creation's birthday party. Praise harvest, a pause and sigh on the breath of immortality.
Barbara Kingsolver