I never think that anything I'm writing is bluntly political in any way. I'm not going for commentary.

Barbara Kingsolver

Barbara Kingsolver

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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Humans are in love with the idea of our persisting,' he said. 'We fetishize it, really. Our retirement funds, our genealogies. Our so-called ideas for the ages.

To live is to be marked, to live is to change, to die one hundred deaths.

Every time I write a new novel about something sombre and sobering and terrible I think, 'oh Lord, they're not going to want to go here'. But they do. Readers of fiction read, I think, for a deeper embrace of the world, of reality. And that's brave.

She is too absorbed in the difficulties of being seventeen to want to hear the confusions of forty-four.

Many of us who aren't farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows in the yard.

I should like to write my books only for the dear person who lies awake reading in bed until page last, then lets the open book fall gently on her face, to touch her smile or drink her tears.

It made no sense, a lifespan of a few weeks did not add up to an annual migration of many thousand miles. How did they learn where to go?

Modern people are just like ancient ones, only more numerous.

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

People ask without wanting to know.

He spoke for an hour on the nonviolent road to independence. The crowd loved it so much they rioted and killed twelve people.

To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another that is surely the basic instinct - crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is!

Back then I was still appalled that God would set down his barefoot boy and girl dollies into an Eden where, presumably, He had just turned loose elephantiasis and microbes that eat the human cornea. Now I understand, God is not just rooting for the dollies.

Morning always comes.