Your problem, Werner,” says Frederick, “is that you still believe you own your life. - Anthony Doerr

Every hour, she thinks, someone for whom the war was memory falls out of the world.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, supernatural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite.

To shut your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness. Beneath your world of skies and faces and buildings exists a rawer and older world, a place where surface planes disintegrate and sounds ribbon in shoals through the air.