Timothy Koller

“It hit me pretty hard, how there’s no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning. People will keep on wanting what they want, and you’re on your own.”
― 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

“It’s a situation, being invisible. You can get to a point of needing to make the loudest possible noise just to see if you are still alive.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Demon Copperhead

“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