I’ve seen how you can’t learn anything when you’re trying to look like the smartest person in the room. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Be still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
It is completely usual for me to get up in the morning, take a look around, and laugh out loud. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I look at my four boys, who are the colors of silt, loam, dust, and clay, an infinite palette for children of… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
You think you're the foreigner here, and I'm the American, and I just look the other way while the President or somebody… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
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
Sometimes I still have American dreams. I mean literally. I see microwave ovens and exercise machines and grocery store shelves with 30… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
We aimed for no more than to have dominion over every creature that moved upon the earth. And so it came to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Most of the girls my age, or even younger, have babies. They appear way too young to be married, till you look… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Wake up now, look alive, for here is a day off work just to praise Creation: the turkey, the squash, and the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Independence is a complex word in a foreign tongue. To resist occupation, whether you're a nation or merely a woman, you must… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Good fiction creates empathy. A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
When I look out the window, I exhale a prayer of thanks for the color green, for my children's safety, for the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I did it to win love, and to prove myself capable. Not to move mountains. In my opinions, mountains don't move. They… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
He was getting that look he gets, oh boy, like Here comes Moses tromping down off of Mount Syanide with ten fresh… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
God is frightful, God is great--you pick. I choose this: God is in the details, the completely unnecessary miracles sometimes tossed up… — 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
