Anthony Doerr Quote

When Werner wakes, it’s well past dawn. His head aches and his eyeballs feel heavy. Frederick is already dressed, wearing trousers, an ironed shirt, and a necktie, kneeling against the window with his nose against the glass. Gray wagtail. He points. Werner looks past him into the naked lindens. Doesn’t look like much, does he? murmurs Frederick. Hardly a couple of ounces of feathers and bones. But that bird can fly to Africa and back. Powered by bugs and worms and desire.