“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 tell others to protect them, and about the lies we tell ourselves in order not to… — 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 pictutes of the truth-could be a becon to lead us to deamand that worongs be righted, injustices puniches, and the weak and inncoent cared for. I must have believed, when I started out, that the shoulder… — Sarah Blake Copy Share
“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 relief: whatever is coming, comes. That's what holds it all together. We are all of us here in the mess. There's no way around it. And all that I am in the face of it is… — Sarah Blake Copy Share
“She imagined she could pull Time like taffy, stretching it longer and longer between her hands until the finest point had been reached, the point just before breaking, and she could live there. A point at the center of time with no going forward, no going back. Clasped in this way, without speaking, walking into no discernible ending, she could… — Sarah Blake Copy Share
“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
