[b]Barbara Kingsolver
I can think of no honorable answer. Why must some of us deliberate between brands of toothpaste, while others deliberate between damp dirt and bone dust to quiet the fire of an empty stomach lining? There is nothing about the United States I can really explain to this child of another world.[/b]
Or, as others insist, USA! USA! USA!
Culture is a slingshot moved by the force of its past.
Yeah, maybe hundreds of years ago.
If you ask me, 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.
Let us know if this ever happens to you.
Sometimes I still have American dreams. I mean literally. I see microwave ovens and exercise machines and grocery store shelves with 30 brands of shampoo, and I look at these things oddly, in my dream. I stand and think, “What is all this for? What is the hunger that drives this need?” I think it’s fear. Codi, I hope you won’t be hurt by this, but I don’t think I’ll ever be going back. I don’t think I can.
Of course that’s not really an option for some of us.
He lifts her breasts, which fit perfectly into his hands, though he knows this is no promise that he gets to keep them. A million things you can’t have will fit in a human hand.
Keep them?
Insomnia’s different, I said. It was hard to explain this to people. You know the light that comes on when you open the refrigerator door? Just imagine it stays on all the time, even after you close the door. That’s what it’s like in my head. The light stays on.
A klieg light for example.