I don't *ever* write about real people. Art is supposed to be better than that. If you want a slice of life,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Cub retreated to the familiar grounds of remorse and insufficiency, the terms of his existence, ratified by marriage.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
There are days when I am envious of my hens: when I hunger for a purpose as perfect and sure as a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I thought: this is how life is, ridiculous beyond comprehension. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“We're a nation with an eating disorder, and we know it. The multiple maladies caused by bad eating are taking a dire… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
This is what it means to be alone: everyone is connected to everyone else, their bodies are a bright liquid life flowing… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A flower is your cousin...Sometimes a person has got to take a life, like a chicken's or a hog's when you need… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Water, in Grace, is an all-or-nothing proposition, like happiness. When you have rain you have more than enough, just as when you're… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“This was a living flow, like a pulse through veins, with the cells bursting and renewing themselves as they went. The sudden… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Mistakes wreck your life. But they make what you have. It's kind of all one. You know what Hester told me when… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Here, bodily damage is more or less considered to be a by-product of living, not a disgrace.” — 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
A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“The wonder to me now is that I thought my life worth saving...Desperate to save myself in a river of people saving… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
It's the same struggle for each of us, and the same path out: the utterly simple, infinitely wise, ultimately defiant act of… — 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
“Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
At some point in my life I'd honestly hoped love would rescue me from the cold, drafty castle I lived in. But… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“And I have no idea how to be kind to myself. Living, as a general enterprise, seems unkind beyond belief.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
In a world as wrong as this one, all we can do is make things as right as we can. — 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
