"A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of earth."
from The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver

"The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again.
We have no choice. It is the one solemn promise every life on earth is born and bound to keep."
from The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver