Pushing a refrigerated green vegetable from one end of the earth to another is, let's face it, a bizarre use of fuel. But there's a simpler reason to pass up off-season asparagus: it's inferior.

Barbara Kingsolver

Barbara Kingsolver

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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We're genetically predisposed toward certain behaviors that we've collectively decided are unhelpful; adultery and racism are possible examples. With reasonable success, we mitigate those impulses through civil codes, religious rituals, maternal warnings—the whole bag of tricks we call culture.

Lusa bit her lip against the strange ache in her belly. This night was out of control completely, she thought, but what could you do? We're only what we are: a woman cycling with the moon, and a tribe of men trying to have sex with the sky.

The urge to lie is produced by the contradictions in our lives. We are made to declare love for our country, while it tramples our rights and dignity.

Fiction and essays can create empathy for the theoretical stranger.

They saw that even the crooked girl believed her own life was precious. That is what it means to be a beast in the kingdom.

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.

Poor thing, thought Garnett, to have to commit yourself so hard to one moment of poor judgment.

I used to think religion was just more of the same thing. Dump responsibility on the big guy. Now I see an importance in that. It's a relief to accept that not everything is under your control.

LISTEN, don't believe in fairy tales! After that happy-ever-after wedding, they never tell you the rest of the story. Even if you get to marry the prince, you still wake up in the morning with your mouth tasting like drain cleaner and your hair all flat on one side.

It is true that I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.

I'm just a plain hillbilly from East Jesus Nowhere with this adopted child that everybody keeps on telling me is dumb as a box of rocks.

Animals behaved with purpose, it seemed. Unlike people.

What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.

Sadness is more or less like a head cold—with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.