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| 7db1bde | No footprints in the sand. Pebbles and bits of weed are strung in scalloped lines. Three outer islands bear low stone forts; a green lantern glows on the tip of a jetty. It feels appropriate somehow, to have reached the edge of the continent, to have only the hammered sea left in front of him. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| df2d81d | Still night. Still early. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 553a39c | Sergeant Major Reinhold von Rumpel is forty-one years old, not so old that he cannot be promoted. He has moist red lips; pale, almost translucent cheeks like fillets of raw sole; and an instinct for correctness that rarely fails him. He has a wife who suffers his absences without complaint, and who arranges porcelain kittens by color, lightest to darkest, on two different shelves in their drawing room in Stuttgart. He also has two daughters.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| dc88329 | Rain falls so lightly that it seems indistinguishable from fog. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| ea3f9b6 | this window here, a boy once yelled, Watch | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f8b25e8 | Into the stillness come the voices of his masters, echoing from one side of his head while memory speaks from the other. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| a92e2ff | He blinks; he has to swallow back tears. The parlor | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 35a6519 | But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| fdb5296 | Werner Pfennig grows up three hundred miles northeast of Paris in a place called Zollverein: a four-thousand-acre coalmining complex outside Essen, Germany. It's steel country, anthracite country, a place full of holes. Smokestacks fume and locomotives trundle back and forth on elevated conduits and leafless trees stand atop slag heaps like skeleton hands shoved up from the underworld. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| a83c7f1 | says, "Shuts himself up like a corpse one day, eats like an" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 78fc9e4 | There has always been a sliver of panic in him, deeply buried, when it comes to his daughter: a fear that he is no good as a father, that he is doing everything wrong. That he never quite understood the rules. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 1b94c50 | It would not have been possible for us to take power or to use it in the ways we have without the radio. --Joseph Goebbels | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2256e8f | Harold Bazin loves to talk | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 26e96bd | It's the absence of all the bodies, she thinks, that allows us to forget. It's that the sod seals them over. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b7faba7 | If your same blood doesn't run in the arms and legs of the person you're next to, you can't trust anything. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| d7f0647 | Did you know," says Marie-Laure, "that the chance of being hit by lightning is one in one million? Dr. Geffard taught me that." "In one year or in one lifetime?" "I'm not sure." "You should have asked." | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 760560d | He feels ragged. For weeks logic has been failing him. The stone the museum has asked him to protect is not real. If it were, the museum would have sent men already to collect it. Why then, when he puts a magnifying glass to it, do its depths reveal tiny daggers of flames? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| ea6ff33 | Every process must by law decay. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| de4175b | You know the greatest lesson of history? It's that history is whatever the victors say it is. That's the lesson. Whoever wins, that's who decides the history. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| ccf77a4 | That great shuttles of souls might fly about, faded but audible if you listen closely enough? They flow above the chimneys, ride the sidewalks, slip through your jacket and shirt and breastbone and lungs, and pass out through the other side, the air a library and the record of every life lived, every sentence spoken, every word transmitted still reverberating within it. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 213da60 | appear, | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 32224a9 | stirs the fire below them with a steel pole; a | Anthony Doerr | ||
| da08bf6 | Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle, Frau Elena? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 392a651 | someone? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 08bf7c4 | At night | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b3c7833 | To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it's a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop. "Now," he says in the clearest French" | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 4efa3e9 | He sees what other people don't. What the war did to dreamers. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| b9831b5 | la pomme | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 27a9c80 | From the molten basements of the world, two hundred miles down, it comes. One crystal in a seam of others. Pure carbon, each atom linked to four equidistant neighbors, perfectly knit, tetrahedral, unsurpassed in hardness. Already it is old: unfathomably so. Incalculable eons tumble past. The earth shifts, shrugs, stretches. One year, one day, one hour, a great upflow of magma gathers a seam of crystals and drives it toward the surface, mile.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 3a073bf | All the Light We Cannot Seeby Anthony Doerr 4.27 of 5 stars 4.27 avg rating -- 102,371 ratings published 2014 Librarian note: an alternate cover for this edition can be found here. Marie-Laure lives with her father in Paris near the Museum of Natural History, where he works as the master of its thousands of l ...more That something so small could be so beautiful. Worth so much. Only the strongest people can turn away from feelings like that.. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 23b53d2 | Parisian cousins nobody has heard from in decades now write letters begging for capons, hams, hens. The dentist is selling wine through the mail. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 16c277b | Radio: it ties a million ears to a single mouth. Out of loudspeakers all around Zollverein, the staccato voice of the Reich grows like some imperturbable tree; its subjects lean toward its branches as if toward the lips of God. And when God stops whispering, they become desperate for someone who can put things right. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| f1d53eb | To shut your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness. Beneath your world of skies and faces and buildings exists a rawer and older world, a place where surface planes disintegrate and sounds ribbon in shoals through the air. Marie-Laure can sit in an attic high above the street and hear lilies rustling in marshes two miles away. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 1da0b67 | pilaster, probably meant to anchor a | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 9277947 | smoldering skeletons of the seafront | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 0f3c2e0 | The skin around the assistant director's eyes stretches. | humor | Anthony Doerr | |
| 3e23769 | That little rock you're so curious about may have seen Alaric sack Rome; it may have glittered in the eyes of Pharaohs. Scythian queens might have danced all night wearing it. Wars might have been fought over it. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 1d39847 | beach. Everyone who can must work to strengthen | Anthony Doerr | ||
| af5f2f7 | his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 338d0e3 | Between whatever has happened already and whatever is to come hovers an invisible borderland, the known on one side and the unknown on the other. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 3bd7520 | He waits until dark. Marie-Laure sits in the mouth of the wardrobe, the false back open, and listens to her uncle switch on the microphone and the transmitter in the attic. His mild voice speaks numbers into the garret. Then music plays, soft and low, full of cellos tonight . . . | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 854360d | When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same? | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 2e1859f | Sometimes, in the darkness, Werner thinks the cellar may have its own faint light, perhaps emanating from the rubble, the space going a bit redder as the August day above them progresses toward dusk. After a while, he is learning, even total darkness is not quite darkness; more than once he thinks he can see his spread fingers when he passes them in front of his eyes. | Anthony Doerr | ||
| 4d7a850 | too. Who knows when the water will go out again. Her fingers travel back to the cathedral | Anthony Doerr |