Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives. — 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
The older I get, the more I appreciate my rural childhood. I spent a lot of time outdoors, unsupervised, which is a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Emelina and I took each other in. All morning I'd felt the strange disjuncture that comes from reconnecting with your past. There's… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Planning complex, beautiful meals and investing one's heart and time in their preparation is the opposite of self-indulgence. Kitchen-based family gatherings are… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
For time and eternity there have been fathers like Nathan who simply can see no way to have a daughter but to… — 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
“I took my time exploring. I savored the first minutes in a new home. Carlos would always go straight to unpacking boxes,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
What we end up calling history is a kind of knife, slicing down through time. A few people are hard enough to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Were the beaux less generous over time? Her assets less marketable? If she had lived to be old, would she have resided… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“What other man, ever again, would just do as she commanded, no questions asked? She felt overwhelmed with love and loss and… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Dellarobia watched the void of this man where once there had been wonder, and she despaired of her future. In such a… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“All morning I'd felt the strange disjuncture that comes from reconnecting with your past. There's such a gulf between yourself and who… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another that is surely the basic instinct - crying out: High tide! Time to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Last time I talked to her she didn't sound like herself. She's depressed. It's awful what happens when people run out of… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Every time I write a new novel about something sombre and sobering and terrible I think, 'oh Lord, they're not going to… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
There is something in us that loves certain disasters and the fever of this moment and surrendering to that. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I write every moment that is humanly possible. I write every day and every night. The only discipline I lack is the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
My life is a pitiful, mechanical thing without a past, like a little wind-up car, ready to run in any direction someone… — 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
