To really touch something, is to love it.
Whose sisters listen to foreign radio stations? The woman
The universe is full of fuel.
That Dr. Hauptmann might have ties so far up—that the telephone on his desk connects him with men a hundred miles away who could probably wag a finger and send a dozen Messerschmitts streaming up from...
Her uncle seems almost a child, monastic in the modesty of his needs and wholly independent of any sort of temporal obligations. And yet she can tell he is visited by fears so immense, so multiple, th...
Abram os olhos e vejam o máximo que puderem antes que eles se fechem para sempre.
Single candle. He slides the jack under
Algumas vezes, eu me apanho encarando o mar e me esqueço de minhas tarefas. Parace grande o suficiente para conter qualquer coisa que as pessoas possam sentir.
Gerlitz, Claudia Förster, and fifteen-year-old Jutta Pfennig—are transported from Essen to Berlin to work in a machine parts factory. For ten hours a day, six days a week, they disassemble massive for...
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...
Weapons, an eccentric’s beekeeping equipment. Then a wine cellar. Then a handyman’s nook. Atelier de
I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country. Everyone
Five boys later, it is Frederick’s turn. Frederick, who clearly cannot see well without his glasses. Who has not been cheering when each bucketful of water finds its mark. Who is frowning at the priso...
Home of mice and damp and the stink of stranded shellfish, as if a huge tide swept in decades ago and took its time draining away. Marie-Laure hesitates over the open door, smelling the fires from out...
He feels ragged. For weeks logic has been failing him. The stone the museum has asked him to protect is not real. If it were, the museum would have sent men already to collect it. Why then, when he pu...
And one cold Tuesday in December, when Marie-Laure has been blind for over a year, her father walks her up rue Cuvier to the edge of the Jardin des Plantes.Here, ma chérie, is the path we take every m...
O tempo é algo escorregadio: segure com firmeza, ou seu encadeamento pode escoar de suas mãos para sempre.
He and Werner eat their first meal in their starchy new uniforms at a long wooden table in the refectory. Some boys talk in whispers, some sit alone, some gulp food as if they have not eaten in days....
He says there are sixty-five million specimens in this place, and if you have the right teacher, each can be as interesting as the last.
Over Volkheimer’s shoulder, through the cracked rear window of the truck shell, Werner watches a red-haired child in a velvet cape float six feet above the road. She passes through trees and road sign...
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