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
I concentrate on character, theme, language, structure, voice. It actually surprises me that no matter what I write, people declare it "intently… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“My little beast, my eyes, my favorite stolen egg. Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Ah, the mysterious croak. Here today, gone tomorrow. It's the best reason I can think of to throw open the blinds and… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
You don't think you'll live past it and you don't really. The person you were is gone. But the half of you… — 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
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
