We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract.… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Mazes in the nodules on murex shells and in the textures of sycamore bark and inside the hollow bones of eagles. None… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Somwhere across town she was standing at a sink or walking into a closet, his name stowed somewhere in the pleated neurons… — 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
“None more complicated than the human brain, Etienne would say, what may be the most complex object in existence; one wet kilogram… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“What mazes there are in this world. The branches of trees, the filigree of roots, the matrix of crystals, the streets her… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Hope was a sunrise, a friend in the alley, a whisper in an empty corridor.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever. — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“...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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
Only Numbers. Pure math. You have to accustom yourself to thinking that way. — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
