Violins, horns, drums, speeches—a mouth against a microphone in some faraway yet simultaneous evening—the sorcery of it holds him rapt.
You must never stop believing. That's the most important thing
You know the greatest lesson of history? It’s that history is whatever the victors say it is. That’s the lesson. Whoever wins, that’s who decides the history. We act in our own self- interest. Of cour...
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...
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...
Vài người yếu kém trên phương diện nào đó. Người khác nhau thì mặt yếu kém khác nhau.
We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stit...
We all come into existence as a single cell, smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract.
Turning scarlet in her mind,
A magnificent high tide arrives, the largest waves smashing against the bases of the ramparts, the
Werner looks at the blue of the walls and thinks of Birds of America, yellow-crowned heron, Kentucky warbler, scarlet tanager, bird after glorious bird, and Frederick’s gaze remains stuck in some terr...
We are all just tenants here. Even the one thing we believe is ours—the time we’re given on earth—does that belong to us?
We are dust only after all our water evaporates.
We are young, they sing, we are steadfast, we have never compromised, we have so many castles yet to storm.
Fashion spears,
Wednesdays. You will strip away
Well, Fredde has all the best there at that school, all the
Werner Pfennig grows up three hundred miles northeast of Paris in a place called Zollverein: a four-thousand-acre coalmining complex outside Essen, Germany. It’s steel country, anthracite country, a p...
Werner and his younger sister, Jutta, are raised at Children's House, a clinker-brick two-story orphanage on Viktoriastrasse whose rooms are populated with the coughs of sick children and the crying o...
Werner can feel the fever flickering inside him, a stove with
Showing 441 to 460 of 655 results