Marie-Laure says, I heard that the diamond is like a piece of light from the original world. Before it fell. A piece of light rained to earth from God.
Madame? Yes? What do I do? Just walk. She walks. Now there are cold round pebbles beneath her feet. Now crackling weeds. Now something smoother: wet, unwrinkled sand. She bends and spreads her fingers...
LeBlanc stands alone in her bedroom smelling a leaflet she cannot read. Sirens wail. She closes the shutters and relatches the window. Every second the airplanes draw closer; every second is a second...
He was just a boy. They all were. Even the largest of them.
He waits a long time. The captain reviews the fingernails
Foucault’s pendulum would
Fill your lungs. Beat your heart.
Everyone should behave as if he carries the real thing. The locksmith reties the stone inside the bag and slips it back into his rucksack.
Every rumor carries a seed of truth, Etienne. All
Every cell in a dying body winks out at its own pace.
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.
Don't tell lies. Lie to yourself, Werner, but don't lie to me.
Can you imagine one hundred million years? Every summer for the whole life of that plant, its leaves caught what light they could and transformed the sun’s energy into itself. Into bark, twigs, stems....
To feel the sentences hoist her up and carry her somewhere else.
The way time here feels simultaneously immense and tiny.
Встающее солнце прожигает дырочку в горизонте.
Émerveillement.
¿Los sordos pueden oír los latidos de su propio corazón, frau Elena?
Your life you wait, and then it finally comes, and are you ready?
Thirtieth of April, 1944, is a missive to Berlin. = NOTICE OF TERRORIST BROADCASTS IN CÔTES DU NORD WE BELIEVE SAINT-LUNAIRE OR DINARD OR SAINT-MALO