بریده‌های کتاب All the light we cannot see

"Don't you want to be alive before you die?"

"He says everyone remembers the last war, and no one is mad enough to go through that again."

History has become some nightmare from which Marie-Laure desperately wishes she could wake.

"Don't you ever get tired of believing, Madame? Don't you ever want proof?"

Now it seems there are only shadows and silence. Silence is the fruit of occupation; it hangs in branches, seeps from gutters.

Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hand forever.

But to raise one's hope is to risk their falling further.