The afternoon is bright enough, but Berlin seems not to want to accept the sunlight, as though its buildings have become gloomier and dirtier and more splotchy int he months since he last visited. Tho...
The brain is locked in total darkness, of course, children, says the voice. It floats in a clear liquid inside the skull, never in the light. And yet the world it constructs in the mind is full of lig...
The clanging of the cart recedes. Marie-Laure
The echoes of his footfalls ricochet off tall houses and rain back onto them, and he labors beneath her weight, and she is old enough to suspect that what he presents as quaint and welcoming might in...
The girl climbs into the swing and pendulums back and forth, pumping her legs, and watching her opens some valve in Werner’s soul. This is life, he thinks, this is why we live, to play like this on a...
The latrine is apocalyptic
The shell may be broken, and even portions of it removed, and yet after a certain lapse of time the injured parts will be repaired by a deposition of shelly matter at the fractured parts. There’s hope...
The tide climbs. The moon hangs small and yellow and gibbous. On the rooftops of beachfront hotels to the east, and in the gardens behind them, a half-dozen American artillery units drop incendiary ro...
There has always been a sliver of panic in him, deeply buried, when it comes to his daughter: a fear that he is no good as a father, that he is doing everything wrong. That he never quite understood t...
There is luck, maybe, bad or good. A slight inclination of each day toward success or failure. But no curses.
They mean half-Jew. Keep your voice down.
To men like that, time was a surfeit, a barrel they watched slowly drain. When really, he thinks, it’s a glowing puddle you carry in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fightin...
To really touch something, she is learning—the bark of a sycamore tree in the gardens; a pinned stag beetle in the Department of Entomology; the exquisitely polished interior of a scallop shell in Dr....
Todos passamos a existir a partir de uma única célula, menor do que um grão de areia. Muito menor. Dividir. Multiplicar. Somar e subtrair. A matéria muda de sentido, os átomos flutuam para dentro e pa...
Tucked between the last two pages, she finds an old sealed envelope. He has written For Frederick across the front. Frederick: the bunkmate Werner used to write about, the boy who loved birds. He sees...
Você nunca pode deixar de acreditar. Essa é a coisa mais importante.
Você nunca pode deixar de acreditar.
Werner can feel the fever flickering inside him, a stove with
What do we call visible light? We call it color. But the electromagnetic spectrum runs to zero in one direction and infinity in the other, so really, children, mathematically, all of light is invisibl...
What does he remember? He saw the engineer Bernd close the cellar door and sit on the stairs.
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