I can count all the ways in which being a mother has enriched my understanding of the world, of character, my sense… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I struggle with confidence, every time. I’m never completely sure I can write another book. Maybe my scope is too grand, my… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I'm widest awake as a writer doing something new, engaged in a process I'm not sure I can finish, generating at the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
... Urban friends ask me how I can stand living here, 'so far from everything?' When I hear this question over the… — 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
“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
