“...too much time spent with books had not fitted her to be easy with herself, and other people.” — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“He stares now at the three words he has written.They are ridiculous. Writing is ridiculous. A sentence, any sentence, is absurd. Just the idea of it; jam one word up against another, shoulder-to-shoulder, jaw-to-jaw; hem them in with punctuation so… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“Wherever you are in this world, the sky is still above you. Wherever you are, God still watches over you; He sees into your… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“I would ask if you miss me like I miss you, so that there is not another spot in all the world that seems… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“of resentment, as he clambered into the carriage, that it was Liberty Hall for the remaining servantry until then.” — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“The ladies, who had condoled so thoroughly with her during her time of grief, found it rather more difficult to participate in her happiness,… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“...too much time spent with books had not fitted her to be easy with herself, and other people.” — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“And when he surfaces to a cramped hand, a crick in the neck, the sunlight shifted across the floor, a sore blink, he knows… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Hill had changed Lyddie’s nappies, wiped her snotty nose, had nursed her through colic” — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“Other, dryer customers came and went, having just stepped out of their conveyances or popped down the street from their houses in the town.… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“Sarah was soon lugging pasteboard boxes, paper packages and rolled samples of wallpaper. She had seen all of this before: she had daydreamed it.… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
Threads that drift alone will sometimes simply twine themselves together, without need for spindle or distaff: brought into each other’s ambit, they bind themselves… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
It was a thought, that. Not to attach yourself to a man, but to confront instead the open world, the wide fields of France… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
Words had become overnight just little coins, insignificant and unfreighted, to be exchanged for ribbons, buttons, for an apple or an egg. — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
“Because he wanted nothing from her; this was a generous, expansive feeling, unattached to the possibility of gratification; it was the simple happiness that… — Jo Baker Copy Share Image
