Lupina

“Jutta drags herself closer; she watches her brother with outsize eyes. A piano chases the violins. Then woodwinds. The strings sprint, woodwinds fluttering behind. More instruments join in. Flutes? Harps? The song races, seems to loop back over itself. “Werner?” Jutta whispers. He blinks;”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“When he played, though—when he played he could liquefy your soul. He walked on water—well, his fingers did—liquid supple and fluid smooth, running, dripping, flowing.”
― Rabih Alameddine, An Unnecessary Woman

“The stars were so many and so white they looked like chips of ice, hammered through the fabric of the sky.”
― Anthony Doerr, About Grace

“The star-flooded nights, the dew-soaked dawns, the hushed ambulatories, the enforced asceticism—never has Werner felt part of something so single-minded.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See