Brett Laura

“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

“He was a just a boy. They all were. Even the largest of them.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“Your problem, Werner,” says Frederick, “is that you still believe you own your life.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“The bony figure of Death rides the streets below, stopping his mount now and then to peer into windows. Horns of fire on his head and smoke leaking from his nostrils and, in his skeletal hand, a list of newly charged with addresses.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See