I swim in a sea of words. They flow around me and through me and, by a process that is not fully clear to me, some delicate hidden membrane draws forth the stuff that is the necessary condition of my… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“The word for mother, umm, is the root of the words for “source, nation, mercy, first principle, rich harvest; stupid, illiterate, parasite, weak of… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“The lieutenant colonel wondered if the high scores reflected a defect in the newly built shooting range at the women’s academy. To find out,… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“No wonder simple men have always had their gods dwell in the high places. For as soon as a man lets his eye drop… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
I was really interested in how marriages work, how you can, you know, be in love with somebody and spend many years with your… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
Writing is like bricklaying; you put down one word after another. Sometimes the wall goes up straight and true and sometimes it doesn't and… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“... So this was how it was to be, now: I would do my best to live in the quick world, but the ghosts… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“They threw rotten fruit at me and told me next time it would be acid.” — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“You," he continued, grabbing my wrist. "All of you, from the safe world, with your air bags and your tamper-proof packaging and your fat-free… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“This is how an owl must look to a mouse in that last second before the talons sink into the flesh.” — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
And so, as generally happens, those who have most give least, and those with less somehow make shrift to share. — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“The author of this text did not write to provoke, but merely to express a truth as he conceives it. Your own theologians have… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“So, you are happy to be a pigeon?” “Maybe so. But at least a pigeon does no harm. The hawk lives at the expense… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
