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
Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.
Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
Gilbert has established herself as a straight-up storyteller who dares us into adventures of worldly discovery, and this novel stands as a winning next act. THE SIGNATURE OF ALL THINGS is a bracing homage to the many natures of genius and the inevitable progress of ideas, in a world that reveals its best truths to the uncommonly patient minds.
I'm not pretending to be ingenuous; I know what I'm doing.
It's a funny thing: people often ask how I discipline myself to write. I can't begin to understand the question. For me, the discipline is turning off the computer and leaving my desk to do something else.
Libraries are the one American institution you shouldn't rip off.
It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.
The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.
Good fiction creates empathy. A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live another life.
Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.
Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.
How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
I have seen women looking at jewelry ads with a misty eye and one hand resting on the heart, and I only know what they're feeling because that's how I read the seed catalogs in January.