A Postcard from the Volcano Quotes

“it’s not my business to worry about the reason. God knows the reason. One day I may discover what it was. Or not. It doesn’t matter. All I know now is that I can’t stake a bit of my life on it being true, the story. If it’s true it requires the staking of the whole of my life. And that’s because it’s not only a story, as you and I have always called it. It’s something that happened in reality, to reality, and changed it forever. It’s something that asked a question that, once we’ve heard it, we have to answer.”
― Lucy Beckett, A Postcard from the Volcano: A Novel of Pre-War Germany

“When they were all ready, Halpern again counted them in, and the lyrical clarinet line floated over the strings and, Max felt, out of the open window and on, out and out over the hot, dusty July city like summer rain.”
― Lucy Beckett, A Postcard from the Volcano: A Novel of Pre-War Germany

“The clouds to the south had cleared, and the sun appeared, gradually pushing shadow down the hills, spreading light like syrup over the brown slopes and the forests down to the lake.”
― Lucy Beckett, A Postcard from the Volcano: A Novel of Pre-War Germany

“Watching Hamlet embarrassing Rosencrantz and Guildenstern by showing them he knows they’re liars and spies, Max was thinking, “Hamlet cares only about the truth, or only he cares about the truth, and it’s so hard to find, too hard for anyone to find. Where is it?”
― Lucy Beckett, A Postcard from the Volcano: A Novel of Pre-War Germany