You ate it up and you didn't ask for more, and you didn't complain.
Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, an in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from ins...
Those images were the world, and it stewed in her as she sat with the lovely books and their manicured titles. It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs...
The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.
So many people chased after me in that time, calling my name, asking me to take them with me. Then there was the small percentage who called me casually over and whispered with their tightend voices.
She was still clutching the book. She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.
She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series o...
Local loser. Cornerstone of mediocrity. Sexual midget. Pathetic cardplayer. And now weird-shit magnet on top of it.
July 24, 6:03 A.M.The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff...Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing. He killed himself for wa...
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.
I was always reading books when I should have been doing math and the rest of it.
I told her about school and how I sat on a wall there and felt stories and words move through me ...
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 have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.
How do you give someone a piece of sky? Memorize it. Then write it down for him.
How could something so seemingly insignificant give someone comfort? A ribbon in a gutter. A pinecone on the street. A button leaning casually against a classroom wall. A flat stone from the river. If...
He was waving. Saukerl, she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.
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...
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...