The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.
The last thing I wanted was to look down at the stranded face of my teenager. A pretty girl. Her whole death was now ahead of her.
The fire was nothing now but a funeral of smoke, dead and dying, simultaneously.
The book thief had struck for the first time - the beginning of an illustrious career.
That is the best I can do—watch it fall into line with everything else I spectated during that time.
That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.
THE SPOKEN TRUTH OF RUDY STEINERI guess I’m better at leavingthings behind than stealing them.
THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN A BOY WHO HATES YOUA boy who loves you.
Sí, la recuerdo menudo y conservo su historia en uno de mis múltiples bolsillos para contarla una y otra vez. Es una más de la pequeña legión que llevo conmigo, cada una de ellas extraordinarias a su...
Supongo que lo que espero es la vida que vendrá más allá de estas páginas.
Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white.
Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.
She was one of the few souls that made me wonder what it was to live.
She waited for the suffocation of sleep.
She seemed to collect the words in her hand, pat them together and hurl them across the table.
She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
She could only hope they could read the depth of sorrow in her face, to recognize that it was true, and not fleeting.
Say a prayer at the stones of home
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