“I’ve heard a Buddhist monk suggest the number of food-caused deaths is minimized in steak dinners, which share one death over many… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“That night marks my life's dark center, the moment when growing up ended and the long downward slope toward death began. The… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The death of something living is the price of our own survival, and we pay it again and again. We have no… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Remember how we use to pray to get invited to birthday parties? And they only asked us because we were so grateful… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“This is all going to scare us to death,” she said. “You and me. But we’re still going to have to do… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“While we watched without comprehension, she moved away to where none of us wanted to follow. Ruth May shrank back through the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Patriotism threatens free speech with death. It is infuriated by thoughtful hesitation, constructive criticism of our leaders and pleas for peace. It… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“On the day of the hunt I came to know in the slick center of my bones this one thing: all animals… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
God, why does a mortal man have children? It is senseless to love anything this much. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“We felt tired to our bones but anointed by life in a durable, companionable way, for at least the present moment. We… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“A life was a life. She'd been orphaned at an age to internalize death as poor material for a joke. And likewise,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer's long hair in water. I knew the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Jesus was a more reliable backer, evidently, less likely to drink himself unconscious or get liver cancer. No wonder people chose Him as their… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Now I'm starting to think he wasn't supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“In Bobby Ogle's version of heaven everyone would wind up in one place, criminals and Muslims included.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“It's what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Lusa turned to Crys, her eyes shining. "That was a luna." Crys shrugged. "So?" "So? So what? You want it should sing, too?” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“An imperfectly remembered life is a useless treachery. Every day, more fragments of the past roll around heavily in the chambers of an empty… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Respecting the dignity of a spectacular food means enjoying it at its best. Europeans celebrate the short season of abundant asparagus as a form… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Somehow it had come to pass that this man was her whole world, and she had failed to take his measure.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
After 'The Poisonwood Bible' was published, several people believed that my parents were missionaries, which could not be further from the truth. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
