“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… — 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
