This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.
Barbara Kingsolverthere are people who read my work and accuse me of being political! As far as I'm concerned that's like accusing a dog of having a bark!
Barbara KingsolverFiction is a sort of inter-human magic, allowing you to travel into a scene and feel it tingle on your skin.
Barbara KingsolverTomorrow these villagers would carry their secret icons into the church without any priest and light the candles themselves, moving together in single-minded grace. Like the school of the fish, so driven to righteousness they could flout the law, declare the safety of their souls, then go home and destroy the evidence.
Barbara Kingsolver