From Volkheimer to Werner.
Closes one cup of the headphones over an ear. He nods.
And Werner sees six-year-old Jutta lean toward him, Frau Elena kneading bread in the background, a crystal radio in his lap, the cords of his soul not yet severed.
To shut your eyes is to guess nothing about blindness. Beneath your world of skies and faces and buildings exists a rawer and older world, a place where surface planes disintegrate and sounds ribbon i...
The true Aryan is as blond as Hitler, as slim as Göring, and as tall as Goebbels—
The fires pool and strut; they flow up the sides of the ramparts like tides; they splash into alleys, over rooftops, through a carpark. Smoke chases dust; ash chases smoke. A newsstand floats, burning...
The big trunk of the umbrella pine looms outside the window, living its two lives—the upper world of needles and stems, the lower world of roots and soil.
So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light? Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.
Sergeant Major Reinhold von Rumpel is forty-one years old, not so old that he cannot be promoted. He has moist red lips; pale, almost translucent cheeks like fillets of raw sole; and an instinct for c...
Quantos labirintos existem neste mundo. Os galhos das árvores, as filigranas das raízes, a matriz dos cristais, as ruas que o pai dela tinha recriado nas maquetes. Labirintos nas saliências de conchas...
Prosperity depends on ferocity. The only things that keep your precious grandmothers in their tea and cookies are the fists at the end of your arms.
Neumann One, if he were not scheduled to die ten weeks from now in the Allied invasion of Normandy, might have become a barber later in life, who would have a smelled of talc and whiskey and put his i...
Memory gallops, then checks up and veers unexpectedly; to memory, the order of occurrence is arbitrary.
I’m not your mama, hisses Werner. Come on, now. Frederick’s expression is entirely without artifice. Somewhere in the kitchen, the maid is listening. There is no other sound, not of traffic or airplan...
It says, Over these three years, our leader has had the courage to face a Europe that was in danger of collapse . . . It says, He alone is to be thanked for the fact that, for German children, a Germa...
It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel. Say
Inhale, exhale. Walk the paths of logic. Every outcome has its cause, and every predicament has its solution. Every lock its key. You can go back to Paris or you can stay here or you can go (110-111).
In the candlelight, she looks of another world, her face all freckles, and in the center of the freckles those two eyes hang unmoving like the egg cases of spiders. They do not track him, but they do...
Harold Bazin loves to talk
Everybody has misplaced someone,