The way her fingers flutter through the space around her. Each a thing he hopes never to forget. - Anthony Doerr

Open your eyes...and see what you can with them before they close forever.

Radio: it ties a million ears to a single mouth. Out of loudspeakers all around Zollverein, the staccato voice of the Reich grows like some imperturbable tree; its subjects lean toward its branches as if towards the lips of God. And when God stops whispering, they become desperate for someone who can put things right.

And when a book goes out of the world, the memory dies a second death.