Indeed, every book on my shelves is a key to a little vault of memories. — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
Lewis Robinson's first novel, 'Water Dogs,' is stuffed with snow. Open practically any page of this book, and crystals will shake out. — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
Learned to read, and for a while as a kid, you think books are just leaves on trees. Then suddenly, you think… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
I subscribe to the theory that reading a book is similar to walking a trail, and I'm most comfortable walking when I… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
Every artist wants an audience, and it's incredible to me how books take on a life of their own and reach people… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
But then of course you reach a point where you have to say, I've got to figure out how this book's going… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
We live through books; we have adventures in them, we lead alternative lives through them. We expand our memories through them. And… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
I went to Europe three times, I read dozens and dozens of books, I studied thousands of photos. But I always supplemented… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
If you're lucky enough to have 70 years of literate adulthood, and if you read one book every week, you're still only… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
Here's what I mean by the miracle of language. When you're falling into a good book, exactly as you might fall into… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“he moved neither forward nor backward in time, but merely endured variations of the same day over and over. Maybe he was the one… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“Open your eyes, the Frenchman on the radio used to say, and see what you can with them before they close forever.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“Just when we think we have a system, ...the system collapses. Just when we know our way around, we get lost. Just when we… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“An hour passed and another and then, like a glass of water overfilled - the meniscus inverting, going convex, gravity pulling at the edges,… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“For dinner, he orders wild boar cooked with fresh mushrooms. And a full bottle of Bordeaux. Especially during wartime, such things remain important. They… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“Do you know what happens, Etienne,” says Madame Manec from the other side of the kitchen, “when you drop a frog in a pot… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“You ever hope for something so much? So much you can't sleep, so much your skull hurts? But the thing is, you don't even… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“Hope was a sunrise, a friend in the alley, a whisper in an empty corridor.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever. — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“...the air a library and the record of every life lived, every sentence spoken, every word transmitted still reverberating within it.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“silent desperation of everything they never said - gaps and absences in every conversation, the past circumscribing the present, the future hemming in the… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
“She is in charge of everything, but no one knows. It is a tremendous burden, she says, to be responsible for every little thing,… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
Only Numbers. Pure math. You have to accustom yourself to thinking that way. — Anthony Doerr Copy Share
