Kingsolver Lacuna Quotes & Sayings

Soon the maroon-throated howls would echo back from the other trees, father down the beach, until the whole jungle filled with roaring trees. As it was in the beginning, so it is every morning of the world. — Barbara Kingsolver

The most important part of a story is the piece of it you don't know. — Barbara Kingsolver

People ask without wanting to know. — Barbara Kingsolver

The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt. — Barbara Kingsolver

You know what the issue is? Do you want to know? It's what these guys have decided to call America. They have the audacity to say, 'There, you sons of bitches, don't lay a finger on it. That is a finished product.'"
"But any country is still in the making. Always. That's just history, people have to see that. — Barbara Kingsolver

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

Being a peacock is not the only way to hide yourself, Frida. A pigeon can hide.
Lacuna — Barbara Kingsolver

When the public nerve is aroused, the most impressive capacity of man is his skill for lying. — Barbara Kingsolver

Outside in the sun the Holy Mother stood on her pedestal in the garden, sorry but unsympathetic. The usual position of mothers. — Barbara Kingsolver

Love. But the pure kind of love. I don't think that comes very often. Most of us are ordinary. If we do anything great, it's only so we'll be loved ourselves. Maybey just for ten minutes. — Barbara Kingsolver

But this boy in a French or British factory, standing in his leather overall welding the casing on a metal bomb; what can he see? That thing will fly through the air, fall hundreds of miles away, and kill boys in leather overalls in a German factory. the reports will roar victory or defeat, and boys will never know how alike their lives have been. — Barbara Kingsolver

Most of them don't know what communism is, could not pick it out of a lineup. They only know what anticommunism is. The two are practically unrelated. — Barbara Kingsolver

She is not a bulldog, only a woman pressed into the shape of a small jar, possibly attempting to dance in there. It shows in the way she places a seashell on a window sill, a red-painted chair in the corner: she is practiced in the art of creating a still life and taking up residence inside it. — Barbara Kingsolver