There was an inexhaustible source of clouds in some land far to the north. Decisive people, minds fixed on the task, clothed in thick, gray uniforms, working silently from morning to night to make clouds, like bees make honey, spiders make webs, and war makes widows.

“It was a stillness so profound one had to adjust one’s hearing to it.....The si…”

“If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's sa…”

“Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.”

“Ik zie de Bibliothecaresse dagelijks, maar de leegte in mij blijft. Ik lees de …”