Nonfiction requires enormous discipline. You construct the terms of your story, and then you stick to them. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
He was my father. I own half his genes, and all of his history. Believe this: the mistakes are part of the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The most important part of a story is the piece of it you don't know. — 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's always more to a story than a body can see from the fenceline. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Growing food was the first activity that gave us enough prosperity to stay in one place, form complex social groups, tell our… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
No reporter worth his buttons will let the facts intrude on a good story. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
This story about good food begins in a quick-stop convenience market. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Shoes would interfere with her conversation, for she constantly addresses the ground under her feet. Asking forgiveness. Owning, disowning, recanting, recharting a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
That's how it is: some people are content to wait till you ask, while others jump right in with the whole story. — 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
