"Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over in the morning."
"The moth settled onto the curtain and sat still. It was an astonishing creature, with black and white wings patterned in geometric shapes, scarlet underwings, and a fat white body with black spots running down it like a snowman's coal buttons. No human eye had looked at this moth before; no one would see its friends. So much detail goes unnoticed in the world."
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Source: Barbara Kingsolver (2008). “Prodigal Summer”, p.140, Faber & Faber
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