Every hour, Robert thinks, all over the globe, an infinite number of memories disappear, whole glowing atlases dragged into graves. But during that same hour children are moving about, surveying terri...
Even the heart, which in higher animals, when agitated, pulsates with increased energy, in the snail under similar excitement, throbs with a slower motion.
Então, crianças, como o cérebro, que vive sem uma centelha de luz, constrói para nós um mundo cheio de luz?
Ele tinha uma presença tão apagada. Era como estar em uma sala com uma pena. Mas a alma dele brilhava com uma bondade fundamental...
Did you know, says Marie-Laure, that the chance of being hit by lightning is one in one million? Dr. Geffard taught me that.In one year or in one lifetime?I'm not sure.You should have asked.
Can deaf people hear their heartbeat, Frau Elena? Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle, Frau Elena?
Cada minuto que passa é um minuto a menos nesta casa. Nesta vida.
Ca inchipuiti mai sunt oamenii! De ce sa te obosesti sa compui muzica daca tacerea si vantul sunt mai cuprinzatoare? De ce sa aprinzi lampi daca intunericul, inevitabil, le va stinge?
But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life.
But he didn’t have language for what he really wanted to say; he couldn’t explain how her wildness that day, on the road, had thrilled him as much as it terrified him.
Box 1 Auckland,
All twelve children sit riveted. In the play, the invaders pose as hook-nosed department-store owners, crooked jewelers, dishonorable bankers; they sell glittering trash; they drive established villag...
A vida toda você espera; agora, quando finalmente acontece, você está pronto?
A line comes back to Marie-Laure from Jules Verne: Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth.
A fourth door, and a fifth, on and on until you reach a thirteenth, a little locked door no bigger than a shoe. The children lean forward. And then? Behind the thirteenth door—the guide flourishes one...
Мари-Лора уже ничего в своей жизни не увидит. Самые знакомые места – их с папой четырехкомнатная квартира, скверик в конце улицы – превратились в опасные лабиринты. Шкафы не там, где думаешь. Унитаз –...
Лишь кусок каменной кладки отделяет Мари-Лору от края Бретани, самого дальнего подоконника Франции.
Souls might also travel those paths? That her father and Etienne and Madame Manec and the German boy named Werner Pfennig might harry the sky in flocks, like egrets, like terns, like starlings? That g...
Smaller than a speck of dust. Much smaller. Divide. Multiply. Add and subtract. Matter changes hands, atoms flow in and out, molecules pivot, proteins stitch together, mitochondria send out their oxid...
Reading again: Who could possibly calculate the minimum time required for us to get out? Might we not be asphyxiated before the Nautilus could surface? Was it destined to perish in this tomb of ice al...