Men cluster to me like moths around a flame, and if their wings burn, I know I’m not to blame.
Marie-Laure sits in her customary spot in the corner of the kitchen, closest to the fireplace, and listens to the friends of Melanie Manec complain... Nine of them sit around the square table, knees p...
Life: it's happening beyond the mills, beyond the gates. Out there people chase questions of great importance.
He says there are sixty-five million specimens in this place, and if you have the right teacher, each can be as interesting as the last.
He blinks; he has to swallow back tears. The parlor
Gerlitz, Claudia Förster, and fifteen-year-old Jutta Pfennig—are transported from Essen to Berlin to work in a machine parts factory. For ten hours a day, six days a week, they disassemble massive for...
Frederick said we don’t have choices, don’t own our lives, but in the end it was Werner who pretended there were no choices, Werner who watched Frederick dump the pail of water at his feet—I will not—...
Four years of occupation, and the roar of oncoming bombers is the roar of what? Deliverance? Extirpation? The clack-clack of small-arms fire. The gravelly snare drums of flak. A dozen pigeons roosting...
Every cell in a dying body winks out at its own pace.
Each minute that passes is one fewer in this house. In this life.
Doesn't everything die at last and too soon?
Travel definitely affects me as a writer.
Un complejo de minas de carbón de mil seiscientas hectáreas a las afueras de Essen, Alemania. Es
Tanks and trucks over the same roads,
Lambs and rabbits; Claude buckles the meat into
Escutcheons.
Billfold.
We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract.
Você nunca pode deixar de acreditar. Essa é a coisa mais importante.
To the bombardiers, the walled city on its granite headland, drawing ever closer, looks like an unholy tooth, something black and dangerous, a final abscess to be lanced away.