BiographyType: Novelist, essayist and poet Born: April 8, 1955 Died: Barbara Kingsolver is 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. |
Your own family resemblances are a frustrating code, most easily read by those who know you least.
We are bodies, sometimes with dreams and always with desires.
...animals behaved with purpose, it seemed. Unlike people.
The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.
When you're given a brilliant child you polish her and let her shine.
Pigs in Heaven
God, why does a mortal man have children? It is senseless to love anything this much.
These paintings say Mexico is an ancient thing that will still go on forever telling its own story in slabs of color leaves and fruits and proud naked Indians in a history without shame. Their great city of Tenochtitlan is still here beneath our shoes and history was always just like today full of markets and wanting.
I almost never respect men. They're like flowers - all show, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground.
I looked hard out the window and understood suddenly that what I saw was full of color. A watercolor wash of summer light lay on the Catalina Mountains. The end of a depression is that clear: it’s as if you have been living underwater, but never realized it until you came up for air.
I’ve seen how you can’t learn anything when you’re trying to look like the smartest person in the room.
I never learn anything from listening to myself (Ovid Byron, in Flight Behavior)
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