Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.

Barbara Kingsolver

Barbara Kingsolver

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

Some suggestions for you :

The human person cannot face up to a bad outcome, that's just the deal.

Science doesn't tell us what we should do. It only tells us what is.

I've always seen the world through the eyes of a scientist. I love the predictable outcomes that science gives us, the control over the world that that can render.

Do not expect God's protection in places beyond God's dominion. It will only make you feel punished. I'm warning you. When things go badly, you will blame yourself.

It is harrowing for me to try to teach 20-year-old students, who earnestly want to improve their writing. The best I can think to tell them is: Quit smoking, and observe posted speed limits. This will improve your odds of getting old enough to be wise.

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

Do you think its possible to live without wanting to put your name on your paintings? To belong to a group so securely you don't need to rise above it?

Let me claim that Africa and I kept company for a while and then parted ways as if we were both party to relations with a failed outcome. Or say I was afflicted with Africa like a bout of a rare disease from which I have not managed a full recovery.

There are some who'd hardly lift a finger for kindness, but they would haul up a load of rock to dump on some soul they think's been too lucky.

My thoughts kept straying onto random paths...hoping to get lost in a thicket.

Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he's entitled to joy rather than submission?

Emelina set a cup of tea in front of me. I picked it up and let the steam touch my eyelids, realizing that what I needed most at that moment was to lie in bed with someone who was fond of every inch of my skin.

How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.