Book burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the ovens, the mass graves. — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“For to know a man's library is, in some measure, to know his mind.” — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
A book is more than the sum of its materials. It is an artifact of the human mind and hand. — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“I wanted to give a sense of the people of the book, the different hands that had made it, used it, protected… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“Until you opened it, the book was nothing that an untrained eye would look twice at.” — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
To know a man's library is, in some measure, to know a man's mind. — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
Because I worked as a newspaper reporter for about 14 years before attempting my first novel, I learned to write under almost… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
Both my mum and dad were great readers, and we would go every Saturday morning to the library, and my sister and… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
I had this story that had been banging around in my head and I thought, 'I'll just see if there's anything there.'… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
Certainly I'm still mining my experiences as a journalist. I think it's no coincidence that all three of my novels basically are… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
I can always write. Sometimes, to be sure, what I write is crap, but it's words on the page and therefore it… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
When you're writing non-fiction, you go as far as you can go, and then ethically you have to stop. You can't go.… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
Write what you know. Every guide for the aspiring author advises this. Because I live in a long-settled rural place, I know… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
“I asked once, and the library assistant told me there were more than a hundred thousand books there, and more than sixty… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
While I love to read contemporary fiction, I'm not drawn to writing it. Perhaps it's because the former journalist in me is… — Geraldine Brooks Copy Share Image
I write while my son is at school. At about 7:45 A.M., I walk him there, with the dogs, then walk them… — 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
