“I step in to give him a hug, but his hand comes in between us. His hand. Because he doesn't want to… — Jolene Perry Copy Share Image
“He feels it, too. His eyes widen. A lovely hazel. Green with flecks of brown and gold. The colors I love. The… — Sophie Jordan Copy Share Image
“Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.” — Herta Müller Copy Share Image
