Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna Quotes
Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.
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?
The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.
Sometimes history cleaves and for one helpless moment stands still like the pause when the ax splits a log and the two halves rest on end waiting to fall.
I almost never respect men. They're like flowers -- all show, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground.
She never says gracias because life is made of survival not grace, she says, and servants are paid to bring what they're asked.
Why does a person spend money on a stamp to spout bile at a stranger?
The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt.
...when the public nerve is aroused, the most impressive capacity of man is his skill for lying.
Well, the ancients might not have been very heroic. Most of them were probably like Mother, crouched somewhere trying to work out how to make fake jawbone jewelry that would look like the real thing.
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.
The urge to lie is produced by the contradictions in our lives. We are made to declare love for our country, while it tramples our rights and dignity.
How does an artist learn enough about life to fill a thimble?""Soli, I'm going to tell you. He needs to go rub his soul against life. ...
Outside in the sun the Holy Mother stood on her pedestal in the garden, sorry but unsympathetic. The usual position of mothers.