I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. But it's not your job to understand. That's me who answers. God never says anything. Tou think you're the only one he never answers?
I told her about school and how I sat on a wall there and felt stories and words move through me ...
Getting back to Audrey, though, I should really feel complimented that she won’t ever touch me because she likes me more than anyone else. It makes perfect sense, really, doesn’t it?If she ever gets d...
Sometimes people are beautifulNot in looksNot in what they sayJust in what they are
Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
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...
He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The differ...
A SMALL BUT NOTE WORTHY NOTE I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They’re running at me. He
Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.
So ein Typ war er. Ruben Wolf. Wenn er am Leben war, war er okay.
It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.
His church is the old one at the edge of town, and I now realize why he's chosen to live here. The church is too far away for him to really help anyone, so this is the best place for him. It's everywh...
Usually it was like spillage- cold and heavy, slippery and gray- but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes.
I think that’s as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.
Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for what? I as...
It feels nice to emerge from the lies.
You know, Ed,’ the Father says, They say their countless saints that have nothing to do with church and almost no knowledge of God, but they say that God walks with those people without them ever know...
How do you tell if something’s alive?You check for breathing.
Elle, la voleuse de livres dépourvue de mots. Mais croyez-moi, les mots allaient venir et, lorsqu’ils arriveraient, Liesel les prendrait dans sa main, comme les nuages, et elle en exprimerait la subst...
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