My life is a pitiful, mechanical thing without a past, like a little wind-up car, ready to run in any direction someone points me.
Barbara KingsolverMany of us who aren't farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows in the yard.
Barbara KingsolverHow pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
Barbara KingsolverA human being can be good or bad or right or wrong, maybe. But how can you say a person is illegal? You just can't. That's all there is to it.
Barbara Kingsolver