; amid so much death the body's compulsion to reach for life could not be gainsaid.
Geraldine Brooks, March
How often it is that an idea that seems so bright bossed and gleaming in its clarity when examined in a church, or argued over with a friend in a frosty garden, becomes clouded and murk-stained when dragged out into the field of actual endeavor.
Geraldine Brooks, March
Even as I write this, I know that between me and my beloved, truth recedes with every word I set down.
Geraldine Brooks, March