“A foot of steel looks as if it has been transformed into warm butter and gouged by the fingers of a child,” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“He could not look at his daughter without feeling his heart turn over.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
You bury your childhood here and there. It waits for you, all your life, to come back and dig it up. — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light? — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn’t life a kind of corruption? A child is born, and the world sets in… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“A girl got kicked out of the swimming hole today. Inge Hachmann. They said they wouldn’t let us swim with a half-breed.… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
Pretty much every night of their lives, my 8-year-old sons have absorbed themselves entirely in books. As toddlers, they pointed out pictures,… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“He was failing at everything important. A room away his daughter was sitting with her face in her hands and he could… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“There has always been a sliver of panic in him, deeply buried, when it comes to his daughter: a fear that he… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Then a state-sponsored play out of Berlin begins: a story of invaders sneaking into a village at night. All twelve children sit… — 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
