There are comforts in knowing the boundaries of the place you live. Everyone here seems to behave like things are endless.
Anthony Doerrhe could feel his hope wilting.
Anthony DoerrDid dreams, he wondered, when they arrived, make a sound? The smallest kind, like the noise of an embryo being conceived, or a snowflake touching down?
Anthony DoerrGates were creaking open inside him - paths, long sealed off, revealed themselves once more.
Anthony Doerrbut it was also something in Sandy herself, an unwillingness to allow anything more to upset the realm of her understanding.
Anthony DoerrSomwhere across town she was standing at a sink or walking into a closet, his name stowed somewhere in the pleated neurons of her brain, echoing up one dendrite in a billion: David, David.
Anthony Doerrhad felt time settle over itself, imbricate and fix into place the vertigo of future aligning with the present.
Anthony DoerrHe could see tiny particles of dust drifting in the air between her ankles, each fleck tumbling individually in and out of the sunlight, and there was something intensely familiar in their arrangement.
Anthony DoerrMemory gallops, then checks up and veers unexpectedly; to memory, the order of occurrence is arbitrary. Winkler was still on an airplane, hurtling north, but he was also pushing farther back, sinking deeper into the overlaps, to the years before he even had a daughter, before he had even dreamed of the woman who would become his wife.
Anthony DoerrFifteen and a half years as incontestable, a continent he'd never visit, a staircase he'd never climb.
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