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 BrooksYou 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 BrooksBook burnings. Always the forerunners. Heralds of the stake, the ovens, the mass graves.
Geraldine BrooksWhen you're writing non-fiction, you go as far as you can go, and then ethically you have to stop. You can't go. You can't suppose. You can't imagine. And I think there's something in human nature that wants to finish the story.
Geraldine Brooks