Before that I was a scientist. I did research in population biology. And that's what I always go back to, it helps… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
What we end up calling history is a kind of knife, slicing down through time. A few people are hard enough to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A woman knows she can walk away from a pot to tend something else and the pot will go on boiling; if… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
In the day-to-day, farm work is stress relief for me. At the end of the day, I love having this other career… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy.… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Hope is a renewable option: If you run out of it at the end of the day, you get to start over… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Codi: Gives you the willies, doesn't it? The thought of raising kids in a place where the front yard ends in a… — 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
