Says, Shuts himself up like a corpse one day, eats like an
Raised dots form letters, the letters words, the words a world.
Praxis
Pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
Maybe her father is right: Earth is all magma and continental crust and ocean. Gravity and time. Stones are just stones and rain is just rain and misfortune is just bad luck.
Fashion spears,
Disintegrated. Does
You have to trust someone sometime. If your same blood doesn’t run in the arms and legs of the person you’re next to, you can’t trust anything. And even then.
You came, she says when she lets them in, when he takes her face in his hands. You came . . .
What light shines at night! He never knew. Day will blind him.
Volkheimer. A boy at Schulpforta once described for Werner a rally at Nuremberg: an ocean of banners and flags, he said, masses of boys teeming in the lights, and the führer himself on an altar a half...
Volkheimer is gone; there are stories that he has become a fearsome sergeant in the Wehrmacht. That he led a platoon into the last town on the road to Moscow. Hacked off the fingers of dead Russians a...
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.
They mean half-Jew. Keep your voice down.
The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.
Swifts, flushed from chimneys, catch fire and swoop like blown sparks out over the ramparts and extinguish themselves in the sea.
Prosperity depends on ferocity.
Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever. The Blade and the Whelk The Hôtel-Dieu dining room is big and somber and full of people talking about U-boats off Gibraltar and...
Once in the glass, as dark as blood, the Bordeaux seems almost as though it is a living thing. Von Rumpel takes pleasure in knowing that he is the only person in the world who will have the privilege...
Nine herons stand like flowers in the canal beside the coking plant.