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Barbara Kingsolver

"To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know."

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"To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know."

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"The last good time always comes."

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"I did not know of any single soul who succeed in life without a mentorship."

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"I don't like him. He makes me laugh. It'll wrinkle my face."

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"Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry."

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"Essential to life, is desiring the things that you need, than needing the things you desire."

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"When this world is full of fashion, be unique by reflecting your own style."

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"When something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can."
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"Everyone should get dirt on his hands each day. Doctors, intellectuals. Politicians, most of all. How can we presume to uplift the life of the working man, if we don't respect his work?"
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"Why does a person spend money on a stamp to spout bile at a stranger?"
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"Our holiday food splurge was a small crate of tangerines, which we found ridiculously thrilling after an eight-month abstinence from citrus.... Lily hugged each one to her chest before undressing it as gently as a doll. Watching her do that as she sat cross-legged on the floor one morning in pink pajamas, with bliss lighting her cheeks, I thought: Lucky is the world, to receive this grateful child. Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing."
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"There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief."
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"But newspapers have a duty to truth,' Van said.Lev clucked his tongue. 'They tell the truth only as the exception. Zola wrote that the mendacity of the press could be divided into two groups: the yellow press lies every day without hesitating. But others, like the Times, speak the truth on all inconsequential occasions, so they can deceive the public with the requisite authority when it becomes necessary.'Van got up from his chair to gather the cast-off newspapers. Lev took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. 'I don't mean to offend the journalists; they aren't any different from other people. They're merely the megaphones of the other people."
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Barbara Kingsolver
"Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin."
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"In Kilanga, people knew nothing of things they might have had - a Frigidaire? a washer-dryer combination? Really, they'd sooner imagine a tree that could pull up its feet and go bake bread. It didn't occur to them to feel sorry for themselves."
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Barbara Kingsolver
"On the day I swore to uphold the Hippocratic oath, the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I waited for lightning to strike. Who was I, vowing calmly among all these necktied young men to steal life out of nature's jaws, every old time we got half a chance and a paycheck?... I could not accept the contract: that every child born human upon this earth comes with a guarantee of perfect health and old age clutched in its small fist."
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"A single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down to the dark for their ravenous queen. and, in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. this forest eats itself and lives forever."
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