It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and Germans everywhere. Those who remained were firing into the blank pages in front of...
Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.
Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
It's funny how when you watch people from a long distance, it all seems voiceless. It's like watching a silent movie. You guess what people say. You watch their mouths move and imagine the sounds of t...
I am a result.
In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He’d have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart.
You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. find yourself a mirror while I continue.
A day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.
You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things. Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. How, though? Lightly, he tapped her skull with hi...
Of course, I'm being rude. I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don't have much interest in build...
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
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.
Saukerl, rise lei, e, mentre alzava una mano, fu assolutamente certa che anche lui, nel medesimo istante, la chiamasse Saumensch. Credo che sia la cosa più prossima all'amore cui sappiano giungere deg...
The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?
The point is, it didn't really matter what that book was about. It was what it meant to her that was more important.
Words are heavy...The words were stapled to her.
Was January 1939.
[Mama's] voice was surprisingly calm and caring. As you can imagine, this worried the girl a great deal. She'd have preferred to hear them arguing. Whispering adults hardly inspired confidence.
El corazón de los humanos no es como el mío. El de los humanos es una línea, mientras que el mío es un círculo y poseo la infinita habilidad de estar en el lugar apropiado en el momento oportuno. La c...
He was built like a very small supermarket: Compact; expensive if you crossed him.
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