Timothy Koller

“It’s hard to explain how you can miss a place and want it with all your heart and be utterly sure it will obliterate you the instant you touch down.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Demon Copperhead

“We drove around with “Proud Tobacco Farmer” stickers on our trucks till they peeled and faded along with our good health and dreams of greatness. If you’re standing on a small pile of shit, fighting for your one place to stand, God almighty how you fight.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Demon Copperhead

“No credit given for all the extra miles that take you nowhere.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Demon Copperhead

“Everybody warns about bad influences, but it’s these things already inside you that are going to take you down. The restlessness in your gut, like tomcats gone stupid with their blood feuds, prowling around in the moon-dead dark. The hopeless wishes that won’t quit stalking you: some perfect words you think you could say to somebody to make them see you, and love you, and stay. Or could say to your mirror, same reason. Some people never want like that, no reaching for the bottle, the needle, the dangerous pretty face, all the wrong stars. What words can I write here for those eyes to see and believe? For the lucky, it’s simple. Like the song says, this little light of mine. Don’t let Satan blow it out. Look farther down the pipe, see what’s coming. Ignore the damn tomcats. Quit the dope.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Demon Copperhead