“Did dreams, he wondered, when they arrived, make a sound? The smallest kind, like the noise of an embryo being conceived, or… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“The straining of dreams against the fabric of reality. Growing up meant burying possibilities, one after another.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“String and spit and wire and a voice on the radio offering a loom on which to spin his dreams.” — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“the dreams had ceased coming, as they often did, retreating somewhere else for years, until another event of sufficient significance neared, and… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Here was the worst curse: he managed to force the dream from his conscious mind often enough that when it returned to… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“A travel website says that there are 280 fountains in Rome, but it seems as if there are more:...Remove them and there… — 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
“Behind her leg a shy little girl - Grace - smiling up. "Dad?" It was a kind hope. But his dreams spoke… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
“Between them was fifteen or so feet of frozen space, bounded by his window and hers, but it was as if the… — 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
