Anthony Doerr Quotes

Las piedras no son más que piedras, la lluvia no es más que lluvia y la desgracia es solo mala suerte. Por

It becomes known as the time of the ostriches. Do we have our heads in the sand, Madame? Or do they? Maybe everybody does, she murmurs. Madame

About Author

Anthony Doerr is an American author of novels and short stories. He gained widespread recognition for his 2014 novel All the Light We Cannot See, which won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.

He says, This hotel is very cheap, ma cherie. The innkeeper behind the desk said our room was forty francs a night but only twenty francs if we made our own bed. He listens to her breathe. So I said,...

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...

Sheets of yellow flowers glow in the fields, and Jutta wonders if any of them grow over the bones of her brother. Before dark, a well-dressed man with a prosthetic leg boards the train. He sits beside...

Mistakes,

Malouins send up oaths: Lord God safeguard this

You must never stop believing. That's the most important thing

Benediction. Below the window, on one of the bastioned

Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever (pages

Silence is the fruit of occupation.

It would not have been possible for us to take power or to use it in the ways we have without the radio. —Joseph Goebbels

Then the short man disappears through the huge doors. Minutes later, the aide-de-camp flings open the shutters of an upstairs window and gazes a moment across the rooftops before unfurling a crimson f...

Up and down the lanes, the last unevacuated townspeople wake, groan, sigh. Spinsters, prostitutes, men over sixty. Procrastinators, collaborators, disbelievers, drunks. Nuns of every order. The poor....

There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater think.

Electrons, the signal chain like a path through a crowded city,

Не лъжи, Вернер. Залъгвай се, но не ме лъжи

The right thing? There is pride, too,

No footprints in the sand. Pebbles and bits of weed are strung in scalloped lines. Three outer islands bear low stone forts; a green lantern glows on the tip of a jetty. It feels appropriate somehow,...

Then he enthuses about coal. Consider a single piece glowing in your family’s stove. See it, children? That chunk of coal was once a green plant, a fern or reed that lived one million years ago, or ma...