“ONE DAY SOMEONE you saw every day was there and the next he was not. This was the only way Frankie had found to report the Blitz. The small policeman on the corner, the grocer with a bad eye, the… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“Like a stone tossed into a flock of birds, talk startled swiftly into flight whenever the new postmaster was mentioned.” — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“Long ago, I believed that, given a choice, peple would turn to good as they would turn to light. I believed that reporting-honest, unflinching… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“And one day I got it. I lifted my head from the child's chest I was listening to and realized, with a shock of… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“She imagined she could pull Time like taffy, stretching it longer and longer between her hands until the finest point had been reached, the… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“It is the story that lies around the edges of the photographs, or at the end of newspaper account. It's about the lies we… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“A woman will be loved...in proportion as she makes those around her happy...” — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“It gets you thinking about all the parts in a story we never see" --he cleared his throat-- "the parts around the edges. You… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“And then Frankie understood that the boy was going on alone. Perhaps there had been only one sponsor in another country for the child.… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“ONE DAY SOMEONE you saw every day was there and the next he was not. This was the only way Frankie had found to… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“Some stories don't get told. Some stories you hold on to. To stand and watch and hold it in your arms was not cowardice.… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“Bombers flew above the wattles, over an England filled with songs of linnets and thrush. There were things being broken we had no American… — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“It began, as it often does, with a woman putting her ducks in a row.” — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
“every story - love or war - is a story about looking left when we should have been looking right.” — Sarah Blake Copy Share Image
