Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
HERE IS A SMALL FACT*** You are going to die.
Do you have to pay to be Jewish? Do you need a licence?
If your eyes could speak, what would they say?
There was the odd suburban thunderbolt, but they were mostly those people who'd found each other; they were golden and bright-lit and funny. Often they seemed in cahoots somehow, like jailbirds who wo...
She gathered the books like clouds and words poured down like rain.
Once in while a man or a woman--no, they were not men and women; they were Jews--would find Liesel's face among the crowd. They would meet her with their defeat, and the book thief could do nothing bu...
Never leave anything out to dry as the sun comes up for the new year.
It was the best time of her life.But it was bombing carpet.Make no mistake.Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for summer’s duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abrupt...
How do you give someone a piece of sky?
Ed? Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. There's only one thing I want.What's that, Ritchie?His answer is simple.To want.
A veces pienso que mi padre es un acordeón porque oigo sus notas cuando me mira y sonríe y respira.
Tried praying for him ...but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Don't ask me why. I hoped that he was okay, but I couldn't summon the strength to pray for it.
If you're optimistic, think of it as bronze.
With a smile like that, you don't need eyes.
To exemplify that particular situation, we can look to a cool day in late June. Rudy, to put it mildly, was incensed. Who did Liesel Meminger think she was, telling him she had to take the washing and...
The young man wandered around for quite some time, thinking, planning, and figuring out exactly how to make the world his. Then one day, out of nowhere, it struck him - the perfect plan. He'd seen a m...
The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it.
She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.
Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.