“All through those years of war, the bread tasted of humiliation.” — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“And what is life but a little row in a small boat, every moment leaving what we know, every stroke unable to see where… — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“The memory still made her blush, though in the many months since then, the thrill in her heart had been replaced entirely by longing.… — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“A man could be outwardly obedient, but tardiness revealed his inner determination, proof that slavery affects only the body. It does not include possession… — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“Was there always to be someone who, by comparison, made your circumstances seem fortunate?” — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“Are you with the Resistance?” “No. I am simply trying to survive, and to help those I can.” Fleur” — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“Perhaps slavery is harder for a person who has known freedom. Perhaps it does not matter. The” — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“No deception lasts forever. Truth rises like good bread dough.” — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“Fear, they learned, did not live in the heart or mind. It inhabited the stomach like a bad oyster. There was nothing to do… — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“Even now, the angling of the light into this room. The curl of the curtain as it falls from a slackening breeze. To call… — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“My mother died halfway when they shot my father. Then almost halfway more, after what the soldiers did to her. Today was the last… — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“a lifetime’s worth of narratives happening at once—the television. At first I was amazed. Soon I found it predictable, however, and dulling to the… — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
“When Emma was fifteen Uncle Ezra had taught her reduction, boiling a full pot of beef or chicken stock down to a quarter cup… — Stephen P. Kiernan Copy Share Image
