Quotes from Barbara Kingsolver

We're only what we are: a woman cycling with the moon, and a tribe of men trying to have sex with the sky.

All that you have brought upon us and all that you have done to us, You have done in justice… Deliver us in your wonderful way. SONG OF THE THREE CHILDREN, 7—19 THE APOCRYPHA

Praise any word that can hold you. Praise all but the vanishing point where we stand now, not quite parted. Already memories fall like blows. But soon they will be treasure, dropped like gold through a miser's fingers as he makes his accounts…Praise each insomniac hour, kept wide awake by your glow. Sleep would only have robbed more coins from this vandal hoarded store.

It's the same struggle for each of us, and the same path out: the utterly simple, infinitely wise, ultimately defiant act of loving one thing and then another, loving our way back to life.

We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

It's what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.

Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.

Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice.

We are bodies, sometimes with dreams and always with desires.