It was a Sunday, an arsonist sunrise.
I don't leave a note.There's nothing else to do. At first, I'd wanted to write Merry Christmas on the box somewhere, but I decide against it. This isn't about words.It's about glowing lights and small...
His soul sat up. It met me.Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, 'I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go of course, but I will come'.
He killed himself for wanting to live.
Hals und Beinbruch, Saukerl.
First and foremost, we want a good clean fight. He adress only yhe Fuhrer now. Unless, of course, Herr Hitler, you begin to lose. Should this occur, I will be quite willing to turn a blind eye to any...
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...
Failure has been my best friend as a writer. It tests you, to see if you have what it takes to see it through.
Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.
That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.
… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger.The sky was dripping.Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.
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.
Trust me, 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. (p. 85)
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.
That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.
Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quit...
It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ic...
For a good ten minutes or so we stand there with the flashlight burning the grave with light. The whole time, I'm trying to guess where and exactly how he died and, more to the point, realizing that p...
DÖDENS DAGBOK: PARISARNA Sommaren kom.För boktjuven var allt frid och fröjd. Dör mig - var himlen judefärgad. När deras kroppar hade slutat söka efter springor i dörren steg deras själar upp. När dera...