Kermit Blindt

“dogs”
― Lois Lowry, Number the Stars

“Un universo di pensieri attraversò in un secondo la mente di Lucile: 'Forse è lui?' si disse, 'che ha fatto prigioniero Gaston, Mio Dio, quanti francesi avrà ucciso? Quante lacrime saranno state versate a causa sua? é anche vero che se la guerra fosse andata diversamente oggi sarebbe Gaston a entrare da padrone in una casa tedesca. è la guerra, non è colpa di questo ragazzo.”
― Irène Némirovsky, Suite Française

“One Crow for sorrow, Two Crows for mirth, Three Crows for a wedding, Four Crows for a birth, Five Crows for silver, Six Crows for gold, Seven for a secret, never to be told.”
― Sara Gruen, At the Water's Edge

“He had visited his family the evening before, eaten dinner with Renee and Chris, his grandson, in the pretence that everything was ordinary, but in fact to service his end-game ruse. He was going over the mountains, he'd said, to hunt for quail in willow canyons, he had no particular canyons in mind, he intended to return on Thursday evening, though possibly, if the hunting was good, he would return on Friday or Saturday. The lie was open-ended so that his family wouldn't start worrying until he'd been dead for as long as a week - so none would miss or seek him where he rotted silently in the sage. Ben imagined how it might be otherwise, his cancer a pestilent force in their lives, or a pall descending over them like ice, just as they'd begun to emerge from the pall of Rachel's death. The last thing they needed was for Ben to tell hem of his terminal colon cancer.”
― David Guterson, East of the Mountains