Why do they have windows? Is it to let a glimpse of the world in? Or for us to see out? Our own place is small perhaps, but when your old man is eaten up by his own shadow, you realize maybe that in e...
When life robs you, sometimes, you have to rob it back.
Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.
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...
The silence was always the greates temptation.
PROLOGUE
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...
La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.
I’m ready now. If he’d intervened, it might have
I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.
Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound o...
1. The desperate Jews - their spirits in my lap as we sat on the roof, next to the steaming chimneys.2. The Russian soldiers - taking only small amounts of ammunition, relying on the fallen for the re...
Though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.
Words are life
Words are life, Liesel.
We skip the moments like stones.
The Ramones.
She gathered the books like clouds and words poured down like rain.
Keep going. You're a mess and you're happy.
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...