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
Hallie and I... were all there was. The image in the mirror that proves you are still here. We had exactly one sister apiece. We grew up knowing the simple arithmetic of scarcity: A sister is more precious than an eye.
Silence has many advantages…I write and draw in my notebook and I read anything I please.
you can't really know the person standing before you, because always there is some missing piece
He needs to go rub his soul against life.
I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.
Mother could go for one year without food, but not one day without her lip sticks.
Silence has many advantages. When you do not speak, other people presume you to be deaf or feeble-minded and promptly make a show of their own limitations.
How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.
The past is all we know of the future.
Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.
Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he's entitled to joy rather than submission?
What we end up calling history is a kind of knife, slicing down through time. A few people are hard enough to bend its edge. But most won't even stand close to the blade. I'm one of those. We don't bend anything.
High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.
Be careful what you give children, for sooner or later you are sure to get it back.