It was a true conversation. About whether our ancestors had more important lives than we do. And how they've managed to trick us, if they did not.

Barbara Kingsolver

Barbara Kingsolver

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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I never could figure out why men thought they could impress a woman by making the world out to be such a big dangerous deal. I mean, we've got to live in the exact same world every damn day of the week, don't we?

She has changed in this way that motherhood changes you, so that you forget you ever had time for small things like despising the color pink.

I thought: this is how life is, ridiculous beyond comprehension.

How can we presume to uplift the life of the working man, if we don't respect his work?

Jesus was a more reliable backer, evidently, less likely to drink himself unconscious or get liver cancer. No wonder people chose Him as their number-one friend.

A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.

She whirled around and threw the spatula, not missing my head by all that wide of a margin. I was shocked, not so much by her language but by the strength of that pitch. Usually Rachel threw underhanded and was no threat at all.

Daddy and I got married kind of accidentally.

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.

If you can't dress expensive, dress memorable.

It's the worst of bad manners to ridicule the small gesture...Small, stepwise changes in personal habits aren't trivial. Ultimately they will, or won't, add up to having been the thing that mattered.

Where you'd be wearing out the knees of your trousers, sir, they just have to go ahead and wear out their knees!

Lou Ann's life was ruled by the fear of salmonella, to the extent that she claimed the only safe way to eat potato salad was to stick your head in the refrigerator and eat it in there.

The flowers were beaten down, their bent-over heads bejeweled with diamond droplets like earring on sad, rich widows.