Copperhead Quotes

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The wonder is that you could start life with nothing, end with nothing, and lose so much in between.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
a good story doesn’t just copy life, it pushes back on it.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
At the time, I thought my life couldn’t get any worse. Here’s some advice: Don’t ever think that.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
It’s safer knowing more about people than they know about you.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I think most of humankind would agree, the hard part of high school is the people.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I got up every day thinking the sun was out there shining, and it could just as well shine on me as any other human person.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
People love to believe in danger, as long as it's you in harm's way, and them saying bless your heart.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Sunday school stories are just another type of superhero comic. Counting on Jesus to save the day is no more real than sending up the Batman signal.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Never be mean in anything. Never be false. Never be cruel. I can always be hopeful of you.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Certain pitiful souls around here see whiteness as their last asset that hasn’t been totaled or repossessed.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I said probably they were just scared he was going to put ideas in our heads. She smiled. “Imagine that. A teacher, putting ideas in kids’ heads.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
All God’s children have to take a shit, but you’d never know it from the way they treat the ones who have to clean it up.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Keeping secrets from young ears only plants seeds in between them,
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Sometimes a good day lasts all about 10 seconds.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
We both lay back down, and she looked at me in the eyes, and we were sad together for a while. I’ll never forget how that felt. Like not being hungry.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I can still feel in my bones how being mad was the one thing holding me together.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
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)
There’s this thing that happens, let’s say at school where a bunch of guys are in the bathroom, at the urinal, laughing about some dork that made an anus of himself in gym. You’re all basically nice guys, right? You know right from wrong, and would not in a million years be brutal to the poor guy’s face. And then it happens: the dork was in the shitter. He comes out of the stall with this look. He heard everything. And you realize you’re not really that nice of a guy. This is what I would say if I could, to all smart people of the world with their dumb hillbilly jokes: We are right here in the stall. We can actually hear you.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
But the wicked have a different head for numbers than most. Any bad they do will end up on the side of never-mind. What’s done to them weighs double.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
This is what I would say if I could, to all smart people of the world with their dumb hillbilly jokes: We are right here in the stall. We can actually hear you.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
But time passed and eventually my mind had only one thought in it as regards childhood. For any kid that gets that as an option: take that sweet thing and run with it. Hide. Love it so hard. Because it's going to fucking leave you and not come back.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
An older boy that never knew safety himself, trying to make us feel safe.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
You lie down with snakes, you get up with the urge to bite back. All I’m saying.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I felt the kindliness of the moss, which is all over everywhere once you get out of the made world. God’s flooring. All the kinds, pillowy, pin-cushiony, shag carpet. Gray sticks of moss with red heads like matchsticks. Some tiny dead part of me woke up to the moss and said, Man. Where you been.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
He was quiet, holding that string and kite with everything he had. The way he looked. Eyes raised up, body tethered by one long thread to the big stormy sky, the whole of him up there with his words, talking to whoever was listening. I’ve not seen a sight to match it. No bones of his had ever been shoved in a feed bag. The man was a giant.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Anderson sent me to give you this he said. I believe the subtext was kiss and makeup. This time I was sure I made a face. "I rather kiss a copperhead." I grabbed the envelop from his hand. He laughed and held up his hands in surrender. Don't worry. It was only a figure of speech.
Jenna Black (Dark Descendant (Nikki Glass, #1))
When your parent clocks out before you clock in, you can spend way too much of your life staring into that black hole.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Live long enough, and all things you ever loved can turn around to scorch you blind. The wonder is that you could start life with nothing, end with nothing, and lose so much in between.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Aunts standing close in the kitchen like cigarettes in the pack, uncles splayed on furniture like butts in the ashtray.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
No credit given for all the extra miles that take you nowhere.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Actual fact: you could make an entire second world out of what people throw away. The landfill is where I figured out one of my main philosophies, that everybody alive is basically in the process of trading out their old stuff for different stuff, day in day out.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
There will always be those that look down on your station in life and call it a sty, but if you get in there and wallow, that’s on you.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
The moral of his story was how you never know the size of hurt that’s in people’s hearts, or what they’re liable to do about it, given the chance.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I wanted to go home. Which was nowhere, but it's a feeling you keep having, even after that's no longer a place anymore. Probably if they dropped a bomb and there wasn't any food left on the planet, you'd still keep feeling hungry too.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
It’s in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.” Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I was born to wish for more than I can have.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
life is a wild, impetuous ride. There could be good shit up ahead, don’t rule it out.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Trust the road. Because nobody stays, in the long run you’re on your own with your ghosts. You’re the ship, they’re the bottle.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Good people don’t give up on the ones they love.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
The first to fall in any war are forgotten. No love gets lost over one person’s reckless mistake. Only after it’s a mountain of bodies bagged do we think to raise a flag and call the mistake by a different name, because one downfall times a thousand has got to mean something. It needs its own brand, some point to all the sacrifice.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I've tried in this telling, time and time again, to pinpoint the moment where everything starts to fall apart. Everything, meaning me. But there's also the opposite, where some little nut cracks open inside you and a tree starts to grow. Even harder to nail. Because that thing's going to be growing a long time before you notice. Years maybe. then one day you say, Huh, that little crack between my ears has turned into this whole damn tree of wonderful. 515
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
You get used to it, not in the good way, to the extent of the entire world oftentimes feeling like a place where you weren’t invited. If you’ve been here, you know. If not, must be nice.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I put my face to the window so nobody would see, if I tore up. Was this me now, for life? Taking up space where people wished I wasn’t? Once on a time I was something, and then I turned, like sour milk. The dead junkie’s kid. A rotten little piece of American pie that everybody wishes could just be, you know. Removed.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
fallen hero shatters into more sharp pieces than you’d believe.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
He told Trout about people he'd heard of in the area who grabbed live copperheads and rattlesnakes during church services, to show how much they believed that Jesus would protect them. "Takes all kinds of people to make up a world," said Trout.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (Breakfast of Champions)
I wondered if DSS had anything like Step 9, where you eventually have to apologize to all the kids you’ve screwed over.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Maggot calmed me down by explaining Bible stories were a category of superhero comic. Not to be confused with real life.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Counting on Jesus to save the day is no more real than sending up the Batman signal.
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)
Here, all we can ever be is everything we’ve been.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
A kid is a terrible thing to be, in charge of nothing.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
What lay on the road was no mere handful of snake. It was the copperhead at last, golden under the street lamp. I hope to see everything in this world before I die.
Mary Oliver (Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver)
Vimes, listening with his mouth open, wondered why the hell it was that dwarfs believed that they had no religion and no priests. Being a dwarf was a religion. People went into the dark for the good of the clan, and heard things, and were changed, and came back to tell… And then, fifty years ago, a dwarf tinkering in Ankh-Morpork had found that if you put a simple fine mesh over your lantern flame it'd burn blue in the presence of the gas but wouldn't explode. It was a discovery of immense value to the good of dwarfkind and, as so often happens with such discoveries, almost immediately led to a war. "And afterwards there were two kinds of dwarf," said Cheery sadly. "There's the Copperheads, who all use the lamp and the patent gas exploder, and the Schmaltzbergers, who stick to the old ways. Of course we're all dwarfs," she said, "but relations are strained.
Terry Pratchett (The Fifth Elephant (Discworld, #24; City Watch, #5))
Like every boy in Lee County I was raised to be a proud mule in a world that has scant use for mules.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
If wishes were horses, like they say. We’d all have different shit to shovel.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
It’s not something to fix,” he said. “It means strong. Outside of all expectation.” I looked at him. He looked at me. His hands were on his desk with the fingers touching, a tiny cage with air inside. Black hands. The knuckles almost blue-black. Silver wedding ring. He said, “You know, sometimes you hear about these miracles, where a car gets completely mangled in a wreck. But then the driver walks out of it alive? I’m saying you are that driver.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
What’s an oxy, I’d asked. That November it was still a shiny new thing. OxyContin, God’s gift for the laid-off deep-hole man with his back and neck bones grinding like bags of gravel. For the bent-over lady pulling double shifts at Dollar General with her shot knees and ADHD grandkids to raise by herself. For every football player with some of this or that torn up, and the whole world riding on his getting back in the game. This was our deliverance. The tree was shaken and yes, we did eat of the apple.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
The women that loomed large in my life were all getting small.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
the hard part of high school is the people.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
First, I got myself born.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
It’s football. Take that out of high school, it’s church with no Jesus. Who would even go?
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Two dead wasps lay on the sill with their heads close together like a tiny murder-suicide.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
It hit me pretty hard, how there’s no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
A ten-year-old getting high on pills. Foolish children. This is what we’re meant to say: Look at their choices, leading to a life of ruin. But lives are getting lived right now, this hour, down in the dirty cracks between the toothbrushed nighty-nights and the full grocery carts, where those words don’t pertain.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Living in a holler, the sun gets around to you late in the day, and leaves you early.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I would make one of Aunt June as Wonder Nurse, putting a new heart back inside a boy that had his own torn out.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Four demons spawned by four different starving hearts.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
People buying apples and green beans usually have some degree of joy in their hearts.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Because DSS pay is basically the fuck-you peanut butter sandwich type of paycheck. That’s what the big world thinks it’s worth, to save white-trash orphans.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Battle of Blair Mountain, that turned into the biggest war in America ever, other than the civil one. Twenty thousand guys from all over these mountains, fighting in regiments. They wore red bandannas on their necks to show they were all on the same side, working men. Mr. Armstrong said people calling us rednecks, that goes back to the red bandannas.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
No amount of sadness would stop the world from turning.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
For a minute the Sun came out, while it was snowing. People say that means the devil is beating his wife.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
So what do I know about ocean, still yet to stand on its sandy beard and look it in the eye? Still waiting to meet the one big thing I know is not going to swallow me alive.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Kids up there evidently had brains coming out their ears, to the extent of needing to meet up with other kids for brain-to-brain combat.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
One thing I learned from Mr. Armstrong while striving heartily to remain uneducated: a good story doesn’t just copy life, it pushes back on it. It’s why guys like Chartrain wear their clothes too big and their teeth edged with gold, why Mr. Dick puts words on kites and sends them to the sun. It’s why I draw what I draw.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
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.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
A mean side to people comes out at such times, where their only concern is what did the misfortunate person do to put themselves in their sorry fix. They’re building a wall to keep out the bad luck.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
The whole idea of the sermon was how people connect up in various ways, seen and unseen, and that Mr. Peg had tied a lot of knots in the big minnow seine that keeps us all together. Dead but still here, in other words. That’s what killed me the worst.
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)
Tommy, though. Smart as hell, he could think himself out of any hole, but then would crawl back into it and sit there. It was like he chose the shit end of the stick, so nobody else would get it. A hard thing to watch.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
A person has only so much juice, and it’s ideally kept for your homeboys, not all pissed away on strangers before three in the day. Simple as that sounds, it was a game changer for me. I taught myself to save the juice. It’s a skill, like weight training, you do reps. Tell yourself ten times each night, don’t spend your juice on those sirens, worrying about the life screaming past on its way to getting tanked. Don’t spend it on the customers around you at Walmart Supercenter, just do your job without feeling the madness or sadness, the moms on the brink of snatching their kids bald-headed. The carts loaded with cases of PBR and Pampers.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Never be mean in anything. Never be false. Never be cruel. I can always be hopeful of you. If that was from him to me, it was more man-to-man talk than I’d ever had in life so far.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Where does the road to ruin start? That’s the point of getting all this down, I’m told. To get the handle on some choice you made. Or was made for you.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Good people, bad people, what does that even mean? Get down to the rock and the hard place, and we’re all just soft flesh and the weapon at hand.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Many had tried their best with us, but we came out of too-hungry mothers. Four demons spawned by four different starving hearts.
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)
But Coach and I were twelve-step brothers, there’s a code. I’d showed up.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
rainy day, which this was, still yet and always.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
That’s high school for you, a bevy of people unfit for adult life encounters in any form.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
that’s how I’ve come to picture Mom at the end: reaching as hard as her little body would stretch, trying to touch the blue sky, reaching for some peace. And getting it. If the grown-up version of me could have one chance at walking backwards into this story, part of me wishes I could sit down on the back pew with that pissed-off kid in his overly tight church clothes and Darkhawk attitude, and tell him: You think you’re giant but you are such a small speck in the screwed-up world. This is not about you.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Nobody needed to get all that educated for being a miner, so they let the schools go to rot. And they made sure no mills or factories got in the door. Coal only. To this day, you have to cross a lot of ground to find other work. Not an accident, Mr. Armstrong said, and for once we believed him, because down in the dark mess of our little skull closets some puzzle pieces were clicking together and our world made some terrible kind of sense. The dads at home drinking beer in their underwear, the moms at the grocery with their SNAP coupons. The army recruiters in shiny gold buttons come to harvest their jackpot of hopeless futures. Goddamn. The trouble with learning the backgrounds is that you end up wanting to deck somebody, possibly Bettina Cook and the horse she rode in on. (Not happening. Her dad being head of the football boosters and major donor.) Once upon a time we had our honest living that was God and country. Then the world turns and there’s no God anymore, no country, but it’s still in your blood that coal is God’s gift and you want to believe. Because otherwise it was one more scam in the fuck-train that’s railroaded over these mountains since George Washington rode in and set his crew to cutting down our trees. Everything that could be taken is gone. Mountains left with their heads blown off, rivers running black. My people are dead of trying, or headed that way, addicted as we are to keeping ourselves alive. There’s no more blood here to give, just war wounds. Madness. A world of pain, looking to be killed.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
They wanted payback. I thought about what Rose said, wanting to see the rest of us hurt, because she was hurting. You have to wonder how much of the whole world's turning is fueled by that very fire. -p. 496
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
For the kids who wake up hungry in those dark places every day, who’ve lost their families to poverty and pain pills, whose caseworkers keep losing their files, who feel invisible, or wish they were: this book is for you.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
Likewise the Charles Dickens one, seriously old guy, dead and a foreigner, but Christ Jesus did he get the picture on kids and orphans getting screwed over and nobody giving a rat’s ass. You’d think he was from around here.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
The woods were full of peril—rattlesnakes and water moccasins and nests of copperheads; bobcats, bears, coyotes, wolves, and wild boar; loony hillbillies destabilized by gross quantities of impure corn liquor and generations of profoundly unbiblical sex; rabies-crazed skunks, raccoons, and squirrels; merciless fire ants and ravening blackfly; poison ivy, poison sumac, poison oak, and poison salamanders; even a scattering of moose lethally deranged by a parasitic worm that burrows a nest in their brains and befuddles them into chasing hapless hikers through remote, sunny meadows and into glacial lakes.
Bill Bryson (A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail)
A few years ago, long after it had been closed, Eli said he saw a girl swimming in it, coming out of the water in a bikini, laughing at her frigthtened boyfriend, seaweed snaking around her. He said she looked like a mermaid. Deenie always pictured it like in one of those books of mythology she used to love, a girl rising from the foam gritted with pearls, mussels, the glitter of the sea. "It looks beautiful", her mother had said once when they were driving by at night, its waters opaline. “It is beautiful. But it makes people sick.” To Deenie, it was one of many interesting things that adults said would kill you: Easter lilles, jellyfish, copperhead snakes with their diamond heads, tails bright as sulfur. Don't touch, don't taste, don't get too close. And then, last week.
Megan Abbott (The Fever)
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)
This tether that’s meant to attach you to something all your life, be it home or parents or safety, has been flailing around unfastened all this time, tearing at your brain’s roots, whipping around so hard it might take out an eye. All at once, that tether goes still on the floor, and you’re at rest. You start out trying to get back there, and pretty soon you’re just trying to get out of bed. It becomes your job, staving off the dopesickness for another day. Then it becomes your God. Nobody ever wanted to join that church.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
home, it’s different. I mean yes, you want money and a job, but there’s a hundred other things you do for getting by, especially older people and farmers with the crops, tomato gardens and such. Hunting and fishing, plus all the woman things, making quilts and clothes. Whether big or small, you’ve always got the place you’re living on. I’ve known people to raise a beef in the yard behind their rented trailer. I was getting the picture now on why June’s doom castle had freaked me out. Having some ground to stand on, that’s our whole basis. It’s the bags of summer squash and shelly beans everybody gives you from their gardens, and on from there. The porch rockers where the mammaws get together and knit baby clothes for the pregnant high school girls. Sandwiches the church ladies pack for the hungrier kids to take home on weekends.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)
I’m going to tell you something, there’s country poor, and there’s city poor. As much of my life as I’d spent in front of a TV thinking Oh, man, city’s where the money trees grow, I was seeing more to the picture now. I mean yes, that is where they all grow, but plenty of people are sitting in that shade with nothing falling on them. Chartrain was always discussing “hustle,” and it took me awhile to understand he grew up hungry for money like it was food. Because for him, they’re one and the same. Not to run the man down, but he wouldn’t know a cow from a steer, or which of them gave milk. No desperate men Chartrain ever knew went out and shot venison if they were hungry. They shot liquor store cashiers. Living in the big woods made of steel and cement, without cash, is a hungrier life than I knew how to think about. I made my peace with the place, but never went a day without feeling around for things that weren’t there, the way your tongue pushes into the holes where you’ve lost teeth. I don’t just mean cows, or apple trees, it runs deeper. Weather, for instance. Air, the way it smells from having live things breathing into it, grass and trees and I don’t know what, creatures of the soil. Sounds, I missed most of all. There was noise, but nothing behind it. I couldn’t get used to the blankness where there should have been bird gossip morning and evening, crickets at night, the buzz saw of cicadas in August. A rooster always sounding off somewhere, even dead in the middle of Jonesville. It’s like the movie background music. Notice it or don’t, but if the volume goes out, the movie has no heart. I’d oftentimes have to stop and ask myself what season it was. I never realized what was holding me to my place on the planet of earth: that soundtrack. That, and leaf colors and what’s blooming in the roadside ditches this week, wild sweet peas or purple ironweed or goldenrod. And stars. A sky as dark as sleep, not this hazy pinkish business, I’m saying blind man’s black. For a lot of us, that’s medicine. Required for the daily reboot.
Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead)