You must never stop believing. - Madame Manec
Feel this, says Harold Bazin, and crouches and brings her hand to a curved wall which is completely studded with snails. Hundreds of them. Thousands.So many, she whispers.I don’t know why. Maybe becau...
Werner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings,bending and vibrating over Zollverein,flying through forests,through cities,through walls.At midnight he and Ju...
I wasn't trying to reach England. Or Paris. I thought that if I made the broadcast powerful enough, my brother would hear me. That I could bring him some peace, protect him as he had always protected...
Ready? He sounds like her father when he was about to say something silly. In her memory, Marie-Laure hears the two policemen: People have been arrested for less. And Madame Manec: Don’t you want to b...
L'esistenza di ognuno di noi comincia con un'unica cellula, più piccola di un granello di polvere. Molto più piccola. Suddividiti. Moltiplicati. Somma e sottrai. La materia cambia padrone, gli atomi a...
Is it right to do something only because everyone else is doing it? - Jutta
I always told my dad I'd play professional football.
Marie-Laure isi imagineaza undele electromagnetice intrand si iesind din aparatul lui Michel, arcuindu-se in jurul lor, asa cum descria Etienne, doar ca acum sunt de o mie de ori mai multe unde care s...
German frequencies. Radio: it ties a million ears to a single mouth. Out of loudspeakers all around Zollverein, the staccato voice of the Reich grows like some imperturbable tree; its subjects lean to...
Commadant’s
My God, there are none so distant that fate cannot bring them together.
Rome is a broken mirror, the falling straps of a dress, a puzzle of astonishing complexity. It is an iceberg floating below our terrace, all its ballasts hidden beneath the surface.
— É certo — pergunta Jutta — fazer algo apenas porque todas as outras pessoas estão fazendo?
We are a volley of bullets, we are cannonballs.
That winter arrived immediately, all at once -- you could watch it come. Twin curtains of white appeared in the north, white all the way to the sky, driving south like the end of all things. They drov...
Dr. Hauptmann: A scientist’s work is determined by two things: his interests and those of his time.
All morning I lay down sentences, erase them, and try new ones. Soon enough, when things go well, the world around me dwindles: the sky out the window, the furious calm of the big umbrella pine ten fe...
What is time? he wrote in his pad. Must time occur in sequence—beginning to middle to end—or is this only one way to perceive it? Maybe time can spill and freeze and retreat; maybe time is like water,...