Every hour, she thinks, someone for whom the war was memory falls out of the world. We rise again in the grass. In the flowers. In songs.
Entropy is the degree of randomness or disorder in a system, Doctor. His eyes fix on Werner’s for a heartbeat, a glance both warm and chilling. Disorder. You hear the commandant say it. You hear your...
Each time Marie-Laure relays another rumor to her father, he repeats Germany with a question mark after it, as if saying it for the very first time. He says the takeover of Austria is nothing to worry...
Cold demanded a sharper, simpler view of things: in those temperatures death hovered at the margins, offering clarity, providing precision. But it blurred things, too: the border between dreams and wa...
But what Marie-Laure remembered, standing at the rail as it whistled past, was her father saying that Foucault's pendulum would never stop. It would keep swinging, she understood, after she and her fa...
At the crest of a low hill, her father looks over his shoulder: vehicles are backed up as far as he can see, carryalls and vans, a sleek new cloth-top wraparound V-12
And what we represent is an ordering to that chaos. Even down to the genes. We are ordering the evolution of
And is it so hard to believe that souls might also travel those paths? That great shuttles of souls might fly about faded but audible if you listen closely enough?
An onion-breathed technician in a lab coat measures the distance between Werner’s temples, the circumference of his head, and the thickness and shape of his lips. Calipers are used to evaluate his fee...
All those Parisian mothers pushing buggies through the Jardin des Plantes or holding up cardigans in department stores—it seemed to him that those women nodded to each other as they passed, as though...
All the Light We Cannot Seeby Anthony Doerr4.27 of 5 stars 4.27 avg rating — 102,371 ratings published 2014Librarian note: an alternate cover for this edition can be found here. Marie-Laure lives with...
ANTHONY DOERR is the author of the story collections Memory Wall and The Shell Collector, the novel About Grace, and the memoir Four Seasons in Rome. He has won numerous prizes both in the United Stat...
A real diamond, his father used to say, is never entirely free of inclusions. A real diamond is never perfect.
A real diamond is never entirely free of inclusions. A real diamond is never perfect
A portrait of the führer glowers over every classroom. Learning happens on backless benches, at wooden tables grooved by the boredom of countless boys before them—squires, monks, conscripts, cadets.
A little brown house sparrow swoops out of the rafters and lands on the tiles in front of her. Marie-Laure holds out an open palm. The sparrow tilts his head, considering. Then it flaps away. One mont...
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. Etienne
A diamond is never entirely free of inclusions. A real diamond is never perfect.
A ciência, meu rapaz, é construída com erros, mas são erros úteis, porque levam, pouco a pouco, até à verdade.
Wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing indifference of the world—what pretensions...