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
They all attended Hester's church, which Dellarobia viewed as a complicated pyramid scheme of moral debt and credit resting ultimately on the shoulders of the Lord, but rife with middle managers.
Science doesn't tell us what we should do. It only tells us what is.
Now, see, that's why you want Internet friends. You can find people just exactly like you. Screw your neighbors and your family, too messy...the trouble is, once you filter out everybody that doesn't agree with you, all that's left is maybe this one retired surfer guy living in Idaho.
This is what it means to be alone: everyone is connected to everyone else, their bodies are a bright liquid life flowing around you, sharing a single heart that drives them to move all together. If the shark comes they will all escape, and leave you to be eaten.
You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.
People love to read about sins and errors, but not their own.
To think is not always to see.
War so conspicuously benefits rich men and kills the poor ones.
she's never forgotten, either, how a mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace
I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.
Hunger of the body is altogether different from the shallow, daily hunger of the belly. Those who have known this kind of hunger cannot entirely love, ever again, those who have not.
God, why does a mortal man have children? It is senseless to love anything this much.
She kept swimming out into life because she hadn't yet found a rock to stand on.
Do you think its possible to live without wanting to put your name on your paintings? To belong to a group so securely you don't need to rise above it?