I'm always looking at the dialectic between the truth we believe exists outside ourselves and the truth we invent for ourselves.

Barbara Kingsolver

Barbara Kingsolver

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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When people run for their lives they frequently neglect to bring along their file cabinets of evidence, she said. Mattie wasn't often bitter but when she was, she was. I didn't want to believe the world could be so unjust. But of course it was right there in front of my nose.

I've about decided that's the main thing that separates happy people from the other people: the feeling that you're a practical item, with a use, like a sweater or a socket wrench.

Emelina and I took each other in. All morning I'd felt the strange disjuncture that comes from reconnecting with your past. There's such a gulf between yourself and who you were then, but people speak to that other person and it answers; it's like having a stranger as a house guest in your skin.

I felt emptied-out and singing with echoes, unrecognizable to myself: that particular feeling like your own house on the day you move out.

A human being can be good or bad or right or wrong, maybe. But how can you say a person is illegal? You just can't. That's all there is to it.

Every kid has it tough. Being a little person in a big world with nobody taking you very seriously is tough.

The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt.

Who else could make the colors of the aurora borealis rise off my skin where he strokes my forearm? Or send needles of ice tinkling blue through my brain when he looks in my eyes?

You can't know somebody, I thought, till you've followed him home.

I live in southern Appalachia, so I'm surrounded by people who work very hard for barely a living wage. It's particularly painful that people are working the farms their parents and grandparents worked but aren't living nearly as well.

Sal Monelli was an unfortunate fellow whose name had struck such terror in her heart she forbade him to touch any food item that wasn't sealed and crated. 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.

I don't bring expectations to any of my books. I don't tell people what to do. I want to invite them in.

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.

When I sit down to write, I consider myself an artist.