“After all, the vine is still wrapped around the outside of her home, rows of large sheets of arresting leaves embracing the columns of her front porch, both spilling inside and trailing out to the waiting world beyond her doorstep.” ― Ayurella Horn-Muller,Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“I am a patchwork American, strung together by DNA strands from distant places. Meant to exist in the margins. These are my labels, my unshakeable question marks. Belonging to no one, with nowhere to belong. I am still struggling to understand where I fall, where I fit. Am I invasive?” ― Ayurella Horn-Muller,Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South
“Have you ever seen the veins in your arm or the way your lungs look when you breathe? The capillaries, all the little tubes—they look like the branches of a tree. You can see the parallels, the sameness that you see in the human form.” ― Ayurella Horn-Muller,Devoured: The Extraordinary Story of Kudzu, the Vine That Ate the South