Barbara Kingsolver
Barbara Kingsolver
Barbara Kingsolveris an American novelist, essayist and poet. She was raised in rural Kentucky and lived briefly in the Congo in her early childhood. Kingsolver earned degrees in biology at DePauw University and the University of Arizona and worked as a freelance writer before she began writing novels. Her widely known works include The Poisonwood Bible, the tale of a missionary family in the Congo, and Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, a non-fiction account of her family's attempts to eat locally...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 April 1955
CountryUnited States of America
That's how it is: some people are content to wait till you ask, while others jump right in with the whole story.
The first steps toward stewardship are awareness, appreciation, and the selfish desire to have the things around for our kids to see. Presumably the unselfish motives will follow as we wise up.
It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.
If I had to give up my life for anything, it would have to have the resilience of hope, the elation of new literacy, the brilliant life of a field of flowers, the elementary kindness of bread. Nothing short of that. It would have to be something as sure as love.
We agreed with him in principal - we were little scientists, born and bred. But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.
A woman without a man -- a condition of 'manlessness' -- is defined as alone. But a single mother is less alone than the average housewife.
Given my own circumstances, I find that anything can turn out to belong nearly anywhere.
Our plans are small and somewhat absurd.
This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.
My worst nightmare is being stuck somewhere with nothing to read.
The standard approach has been to pump up the dosage of chemicals ... Twenty percent of these approved-for-use pesticides are listed by the EPA as carcinogenic in humans.
Downstream is always someone else's up.
Pure and unblemished souls must taste very bland, with an aftertaste of bitterness.
Food culture in the United States has long been cast as the property of a privileged class. It is nothing of the kind. Culture is the property of a species.