They all attended Hester's church, which Dellarobia viewed as a complicated pyramid scheme of moral debt and credit resting ultimately on the shoulders of the Lord, but rife with middle managers.

Barbara Kingsolver

Barbara Kingsolver

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what's not in it.

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.

The last generations's worst fears become the next one's B-grade entertainment.

There's always a part of your nation's history that you haven't been told that... has a powerful impact on how you yourself may behave and may believe.

Forgive me, Dellarobia. It's a selfish habit. I never learn anything from listening to myself.

Prayer had always struck me as more or less a glorified attempt at a business transaction.

Food transport has become a bizarre and profitable economic equation that's no longer really about feeding anyone: in our own nation we export 1.1 million tons of potatoes, while we also import 1.4 million tons.

A woman knows she can walk away from a pot to tend something else and the pot will go on boiling; if she couldn't, this world would end at once.

I know how people are with their habits of mind... as a husband quits a wife, leaving her with her naked body curled around the emptied-out mine of her womb. I know people. Most have no earthly notion of the price of a snow-white conscience.

How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.

Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.

You can't just sashay into the jungle aiming to change it all over to the Christian style, without expecting the jungle to change you right back.

If a friend had a coronary scare and finally started exercising three days a week, who would hound him about the other four days? It's the worst of bad manners—and self-protection, I think, in a nervously cynical society—to ridicule the small gesture.

But being a stay-at-home mom was the loneliest kind of lonely, in which she was always and never by herself.