All the Light We Cannot See

by Anthony Doerr

There is luck, maybe, bad or good. A slight inclination of each day toward success or failure. But no curses.

“Your problem, Werner,” says Frederick, “is that you still believe you own your life.”

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

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