Quotes About Barbara Kingsolver

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

I personally am inclined to approach [housework] the way governments treat dissent: ignore it until it revolts.

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

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

There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.

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

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

Will you explain to me why people encourage delusional behavior in children, and medicate it in adults? That's so random. It's like this whole shady setup.

But honestly, XARrizZON! It sounds like strangling. What kind of a name is that?" "It was a president, señora." "Of what? Some place where they don't have any oxygen?" "Of the United States." "As I said.

She said don't ever be pregnant during the lead-up to Halloween because it will put you off candy corn for life. I told her thanks for the advice.

Food is the rare moral arena in which the ethical choice is generally the one more likely to make you groan with pleasure. Why resist that?

My "Kentucky NCAA Champions" shirt was by now so bloodstained, you would think I had worn it to a North Carolina game. Also, I had feathers sticking to my hair.

She sounded like a man, with that deep voice smokers get as their prize for their hundred millionth pack.

She's up on the rent and has her drawer full of sobriety chips that she takes out late at night and looks over like a dragon sitting on its treasure.

will put you off candy corn for life.

But this is just one place. I'm afraid I have seen a world.

Little trees alongside of the trail were covered with brushy yellow flowers. Witch hazel, that blooms in winter. Mrs. Peggot used to make a salve of that and put it on our scrapes.

It is widely rumored, and also true, that I wrote my first novel in a closet.

Stoner asks what I think I'm doing. I tell him I am mopping the floor, spelled with a silent As you can plainly see, dumbass.

Cub retreated to the familiar grounds of remorse and insufficiency, the terms of his existence, ratified by marriage.

I always hated the sound of that. Polly Sigh. It sounds like mass hysteria in a sorority house." "Or one of those inflatable sex dolls." Still he read.

sweet orange Jaune Flammes, which are just the right size to slice in half, sprinkle with salt and thyme, and bake for several hours until they resemble cow flops (the recipe says "shoes," if you prefer).

Dellarobia watched the void of this man where once there had been wonder, and she despaired of her future. In such a short time he had relieved her of a lifetime of illusions, and already she missed them.

quoting Díaz: "Only in her home, like a butterfly in a glass jar, can woman progress to her highest level of decency.