Mother could go for one year without food, but not one day without her lip sticks. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
It is harrowing for me to try to teach 20-year-old students, who earnestly want to improve their writing. The best I can… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
I think the most interesting parts of human experience might be the sparks that come from that sort of chipping flint of… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The writing has been on the wall for some years now, but we are a nation illiterate in the language of the… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
It feels strange to me to be living in a box, hiding from the steadying influence of the moon; wearing the hide… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
We must surely appear to the world as exactly what we are: a nation that organizes its economy around consuming twice as… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
it takes your sleeping self years to catch up to where you really are. ... when you go on a trip, in… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Arterial-plaque specials that save minutes now can cost years, later on.” — 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
