Throughout my teenage years, I read 'A Christmas Carol' by Charles Dickens every December. It was a story that never failed to excite me, for as well as being a Dickens enthusiast, I have always loved...
Where do [writers] get [their] ideas? And the answer is that no one knows where the come from and nobody should know. They evolve in thin air, they float down from some mysterious heaven, and we reach...
Do you think . . . ?'I do sometimes, my boy,'admitted the old man. 'When I can't avoid it.
Waarom zou vader op zo'n nare plek willen werken met al die buren? Het slaat nergens op.
[...] Wasn’t it lonely? Your life, I mean.Yes.You’re alone?Yes.
We don’t have the luxury of thinking,’ said Mother,
The ground for I know not how long. Of course
All – were wearing the same clothes as each other: a pair of grey striped pyjamas with a grey striped cap on their heads.
Todo esto, por supuesto, pasó hace mucho, mucho tiempo, y nunca podría volver a pasar nada parecido. Hoy en día, no.
I think this was a bad idea,’ he repeated. ‘I think the best thing to do would be to forget all about this and just go back home. We can chalk it up to experience,
I blame Charles Dickens for the death of my father'.
He looked the boy up and down as if he had never seen a child before and wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do with one: eat it, ignore it or kick it down the stairs.
Those people … well, they’re not people at all,
Please don't embarrass yourself by offering an opinion.
Of course all this happened a long time ago. And nothing like that could happen again, not in this day and age.
Algumas coisas estão lá, cuidando da própria vida, esperando para serem descobertas. Como a América. Outras coisas é melhor que deixemos em paz. Como um rato morto no fundo do armário.
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When you sit down with a book, you are separating yourself out of your world for a few hours and getting lost in the story.
These were colours he'd never ever seen before; ones he couldn't possibly begin to name. Here, to his left, was a wooden clock, and it was painted, well not exactly green, but a colour that green migh...
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