The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.
That paper--it sits there, open at the employment section. It sits there like a war, and each small advertisement is another trench for a person to dive into. To hope and fight in.
Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Papa's hands tightened on the splintery wood. I'm an idiot.No, Papa.You're just a man.
It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.
I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be.I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.
I collect my thoughts as if they will stain me, murder me, and then resurrect me.Markus Zusak,
Hair the color of lemons,' Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. You told him about me?At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she alw...
Having conquered not only the work at hand, but the
You might well ask just what the hell he was thinking. The answer is, probably nothing at all.He'd probably say he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity.
The suffering faces of depleted men and women reached across to them, pleading not so much for help – they were beyond that – but for an explanation. Just something to subdue this confusion.
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help.
Sitting in the water, she imagined the smell of it, mapped out on her papa's clothes. More than anything, it was the smell of friendship, and she could find it on herself, too. Liesel loved that smell...
Say a prayer at the stones of home
On the ration cards of Nazi Germany, there was no listing for punishment, but everyone had to take their turn. For some it was death in a foreign country during the war. For others it was poverty and...
It's pathetic how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great-Hans Junior
I kept walking. Have you ever done that? Just walk. Just walk and have no idea where you're going? It wasn't a good feeling, but not a bad one either. I felt caged and free at the same time, like it w...
For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
You're a dead man. I hear his voice again, and I see the words on my face when I get back in the cab and look in the rearview mirror.It makes me think of my life, my nonexistent accomplishments and my...