Memory is a house with ten thousand rooms; it is a village slated to be inundated." from "Village 113
Anthony DoerrDraw the darkness ... and it will point out the light which has been in the paper all the while. Inside this world is folded another." from "Afterworld.
Anthony DoerrMy preference is for prose with more silence in it, language that contains more pockets of strangeness.
Anthony DoerrStichwörter: writing
Life is wonderful and strange...and it’s also absolutely mundane and tiresome. It’s hilarious and it’s deadening. It’s a big, screwed-up morass of beauty and change and fear and all our lives we oscillate between awe and tedium. I think stories are the place to explore that inherent weirdness; that movement from the fantastic to the prosaic that is life....
What interests me—and interests me totally—is how we as living human beings can balance the brief, warm, intensely complicated fingersnap of our lives against the colossal, indifferent, and desolate scales of the universe. Earth is four-and-a-half billion years old. Rocks in your backyard are moving if you could only stand still enough to watch. You get hernias because, eons ago, you used to be a fish. So how in the world are we supposed to measure our lives—which involve things like opening birthday cards, stepping on our kids’ LEGOs, and buying toilet paper at Safeway—against the absolutely incomprehensible vastness of the universe?
How? We stare into the fire. We turn to friends, bartenders, lovers, priests, drug-dealers, painters, writers. Isn’t that why we seek each other out, why people go to churches and temples, why we read books? So that we can find out if life occasionally sets other people trembling, too?
We live through books; we have adventures in them, we lead alternative lives through them. We expand our memories through them. And that sometimes art can offer us more intense experiences of the world than life itself can.
Anthony DoerrFunny how to celebrate peace we seem to want to simulate war.
Anthony DoerrDon't tell me how to grieve. Don't tell me ghosts fade away eventually, like they do in movies, waving goodbye with see-through hands. Lots of things fade away but ghosts like these don't, heartbreak like these doesn't.
Anthony DoerrStichwörter: ghosts heartbreak
It is the rarest thing...that gets preserved, that does not get erased, broken down, transformed.
Anthony DoerrStichwörter: pg-71 memory-wall
This is not real suffering, she tells herself. this is only a matter of reprogramming her picture of the future. Of understanding that the line of descendancy is not continuous but arbitrary.
Anthony DoerrStichwörter: pg-95
Twenty thousand days and nights in one place, each layered and trapped and folded on top of the last, the creases in her hands, the aches between her vertebrae. Embryo, seed coat, endosperm: What is a seed if not the purest kind of memory, a link to every generation that has gone before it?
Anthony DoerrStichwörter: pg-151 village-113
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