Author: Barbara Kingsolver

Cites

• Aaron Knamer (1)
  • IN: The Prodigal Summer (2000) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Come all you who are not satisfied as ruler in a lone, wallpapered room full of mute birds, and flowers that falsely bloom, and closets chosed with dreams that long ago died! Come let us sweep the old streets - like a bride: sweep our dead leaves with relentless broom; prepare for Spring, as though he were our groom for whose light footstep eargerly we bide. We'll sweep out shadows, where the rats long fed; sweet out our shame - and in its place we'll make a bower for love, a splendid marriage - bed fragrant with flowers aquiver for the Spring. And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake; and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing.
    FROM: Prothalamium, (1948), Poem, US
• Bible (7)
  • IN: The Red Wheelbarrow (1998) Novel, Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over fish of the sea and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.
    FROM: Genesis 1:28, (-165), Bible, NULL
  • IN: The Poisonwood Bible (1998) Historical Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: All that you have brought upon us and all that you have done to us, You have done in justice . . . Deliver us in your wonderful way.
    FROM: Song of the Three Children, 7-19 The Apocrypha, (None), Bible, NULL

Cited by

• John Lescroart (1)
  • IN: A Certain Justice (1995) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.
    FROM: Animal Dreams, (1990), Novel, US
• Cate Kennedy (1)
  • IN: Dark Roots (2006) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: There is some secret grief here I need to declare, and my fingers itch for a pencil.
    FROM: How Poems Happen, (None), Essay, US