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 you have to push it down and start again, but you don't stop; it's your trade.
Moral certainty can deafen people to any truth other than their own. - Geraldine Brooks
Moral certainty can deafen people to any truth other than their own.
- Geraldine Brooks
You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going. - Geraldine Brooks
You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.
A book is more than the sum of its materials. It is an artifact of the human mind and hand. - Geraldine Brooks
A book is more than the sum of its materials. It is an artifact of the human mind and hand.
We are not the only animal that mourns; apes do, and elephants, and dogs. Yet we are the only one that tortures. - Geraldine Brooks
We are not the only animal that mourns; apes do, and elephants, and dogs. Yet we are the only one that tortures.
They say the Lord's Day is a day of rest, but those who preach this generally are not women. - Geraldine Brooks
They say the Lord's Day is a day of rest, but those who preach this generally are not women.
The thing that most attracts me to historical fiction is taking the factual record as far as it is known, using that as scaffolding, and then letting… - Geraldine Brooks
The thing that most attracts me to historical fiction is taking the factual record as far as it is known, using that as scaffolding, and then letting…
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 you have … - Geraldine Brooks
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 you have …
She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them. - Geraldine Brooks
She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.
We were too intelligent, too cynical for war. Of course, you don't have to be stupid and primitive to die a stupid, primitive death. - Geraldine Brooks
We were too intelligent, too cynical for war. Of course, you don't have to be stupid and primitive to die a stupid, primitive death.
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