Lou Ann

“Werner wonders in the dead of night, isn’t life a kind of corruption? A child is born, and the world sets in upon it.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“There is pride, too, though—pride that he has done it alone. That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That’s how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane. The drain moans; the cluttered house crowds in close.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“And is it so hard to believe that souls might also travel those paths? That her father and Etienne and Madame Manec and the German boy named Werner Pfennig might harry the sky in flocks, like egrets, like terns, like starlings? That great shuttles of souls might fly about, faded but audible if you listen closely enough?”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“Memories cartwheel out of her head & tumble across the floor.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See