“Seventy-six years old," she whispers, "and I can still feel like this? Like a little girl with stars in my eyes?”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
“But God is only a white cold eye, a quarter-moon poised above the smoke, blinking, blinking, as the city is gradually pounded to dust.”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
“It's like reaching into a sack full of cotton and finding a razor blade inside, everything constant and undeviating and then that one dangerous thing, so sharp you can hardly feel it open your skin.”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
“The quiet is fretful, unnatural. It's what a mouse must feel as it steps from its hole and into the open blades of a meadow, never knowing what shadow might come cruising above.”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
“And yet she can tell he is visited by fears so immense, so multiple, that she can almost feel the terror pulsing inside him. As though some beast breathes all the time at the windowpanes of his mind.”
― All the Light We Cannot See
― All the Light We Cannot See
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