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 had told the truth, or a version of it, anyway.
His position, like so many of his ilk, was one of uncontested and unearned respect.
Grunt,’ grunted Kotler.
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.
The more you read, the more you write, the more the ideas will appear. They’ll fall like confetti around your head and your only difficulty will be deciding which ones to catch and which to let fall t...
Of course all this happened a long time ago. And nothing like that could happen again, not in this day and age.
Não torne as coisas piores, pensando que dói mais do que você realmente está sentindo.
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.
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...
The moral of the story’, he repeated, leaning forward and placing his hands flat on the desk in front of him, ‘is that every so often a natural disaster comes along, an act of God, and it blows all th...
If it wasn’t for the fact that Bruno was nowhere near as skinny as the boys on his side of the fence, and not quite so pale either, it would have been difficult to tell them apart. It was almost (Shmu...
I never really noticed it any more, in the way that one often ignores familiar things, like seat cushions or loved ones.
I didn’t blow anyone!’ he roared. ‘If anyone was getting blown it was me. Although, of course, it wasn’t me anyway, as it never happened.’ ‘That’s a great quote,’ said Mr Denby-Denby. ‘We should defin...
Fences such as the one at the heart of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas still exist; it is unlikely that they will ever fully disappear. But whatever reaction you have to this story, I hope that the voi...
Fences like this exist all over the world. We hope you never have to reach such a fence.
E só naquele momento, com o dia já quase no fim, a gente finalmente começou a conversar. Era como se fôssemos agentes secretos, mas tivéssemos cansado de tudo e decidido simplesmente abandonar o disfa...
And I am not one of these long-living fictional characters who prays for death as a release from the captivity of eternal life; not for me the endless whining and wailing of the undead.
Let's not play games, Mr. Cratchett," I replied. "I wanted to let you know that I'll be coming in for an appointment with Mr. Raisin on Tuesday morning at eleven o'clock. I shall need about an hour an...