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American author
“What the war did to dreamers.”
“The universe is full of fuel.”
“What the war did to the dreamers.”
“Silence is the fruit of occupation.”
“I am only alive because I have not yet died.”
“It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is.”
“Winkler's breath plumed up onto his glasses. The entire valley was enveloped in a huge, illuminated stillness. Above him the clouds had pulled away and the sky burned with stars. The meadow smolder...”
“This, she realizes, is the basis of all fear. That a light you are powerless to stop will turn on you and usher a bullet to its mark.”
“When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?”
“War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity: chocolate or bullets or parachute silk.”
“One night he sits up. In cots around him are a few dozen sick or wounded. A warm September wind pours across the countryside and sets the walls of the tent rippling.Werners head swivels lightly on ...”
“People walk the paths of the gardens below, and the wind sings anthems in the hedges, and the big old cedars at the entrance to the maze creak. Marie-Laure imagines the electromagnetic waves travel...”
“That afternoon, long after the stool has been put away and the waltzes have stopped, while Werner sits with his transceiver listening to nothing, a little redheaded girl in a maroon cape emerges fr...”
“Posters go up in the market, on tree trunks in the Place Chateaubriand. Voluntary surrender of firearms. Anyone who does not cooperate will be shot.”
“But the huge bowl of the sky remains untracked: no zeppelins, no bombers, no superhuman paratroopers, just the last songbirds returning from their winter homes, and the quicksilver winds of spring ...”
“They can march for days without eating. They impregnate every schoolgirl they meet.”
“Stick-thin, alabaster-pale Etienne LeBlanc runs down the rue de Dinan with Madame Ruelle, the bakers wife, on his heels: the least-robust rescue ever assembled.”
“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.”
“He sweeps her hair back from her ears; he swings her above his head. He says she is his merveillement. He says he will never leave her, not in a million years.”
“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 poo...”
“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 chrie, is the path we take ever...”
“You must never stop believing. Thats the most important thing.”
“Don't you ever get tired of believing, Madame? Don't you ever want proof?”
