Somewhere in the ruins above them, the cats are howling.
Word has it . . . the stone is from Japan, it's very ancient, it belonged to a shogun in the eleventh century. - a taxidermist
The sea does not belong to tyrants. - Captain Nemo
When can I go to the sea? - Marie-Laure LeBlanc
The Sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, super-natural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the...
Lately the commandant speaks more and more intimately of the führer and the latest thing- prayers, petroleum, loyalty- that he requires. The führer requires trustworthiness, electricity, boot leather....
What i want to write about is the sea...It is my favorite thing, i think that i ever seen. Sometimes i catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone...
Sognò alberi che gelavano, che esplodevano nella notte; sognò lupi al galoppo lungo un crinale e labirinti in miniatura sotto la neve. Forse, pensò in seguito, erano in realtà i sogni degli insetti, c...
[...] he thinks [...] as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.
Warner laces his boots and sings the songs and marches the marches, acting less out of duty than out of a time worn desire to be dutiful.
He never cried, not even when his alarm went off. Swaddled in his Moses basket, wires trailing out the bottom, his monitor flashing green, green, green, his entire four-pound body motionless except hi...
Here's what I mean by the miracle of language. When you're falling into a good book, exactly as you might fall into a dream, a little conduit opens, a passageway between a reader's heart and a writer'...
Even the poorest pit houses usually possess a state-sponsored Volkempfanger VE301, a mass-produced radio stamped with an eagle and a swastika, incapable of shortwave, marked only for German frequencie...
Hasta los mejores científicos sienten de vez en cuando la tentación de meterse algo en el bolsillo, algo pequeño y hermoso, o algo de mucho valor. Solo los más fuertes pueden sobreponerse a ese tipo d...
She takes no notice of him; she seems to know nothing but the morning.
¿Sabes cuál es la lección más importante d ela historia? Que solo la escriben los vencedores. Esa es la lección. El que decide el rumbo de la historia es el que gana.
We are a volley of bullets, we are cannonballs. We are the tip of the sword.
And to Marie Laure this is a double cruelty: that everything else keeps living, that the spinning earth does not pause for even an instant in its trip around the sun.
Winkler's breath plumed up onto his glasses. The entire valley was enveloped in a huge, illuminated stillness. Above him the clouds had pulled away and the sky burned with stars. The meadow smoldered...
And one cold Tuesday in December, when Marie-Laure has been blind for over a year, her father walks her up rue Cuvier to the edge of the Jardin des Plantes.Here, ma chérie, is the path we take every m...