The science of Papa’s trade brought him an even greater level of respect. It was well and good to share bread and music, but it was nice for Liesel to know that he was also more than capable in his oc...
Statues with beating hearts.
I’m going to find him. Your papa? Yes. He thought about it. Actually, no. I think I’ll find the Führer instead. Faster footsteps. Why? Rudy stopped. Because I want to kill him. He even turned on the s...
Stars of David were plastered to their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. Don't forget your misery... In some cases, it grew on them like a vine.
Jesse Owens? Mr. Steiner was the type of man who was very wooden. His voice was angular and true. His body was tall and heavy, like oak. His hair was like splinters. What about him?
She was holding desperately on to the words that had saved her life.
She sang a song, but it was so quiet that Liesel could not make it out. The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.
One sat painfully now, among the falling chunks of rain, and the other stood next to her, waiting.
When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you...
Sometimes I think that maybe we’re not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are. Moments of weakness, of strength. Moments of rescue, of everything.
But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.
My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.
She was a girl with a mountain to climb.
She was a girl. In Nazi Germany. How fitting that she was discovering the power of words
A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH*** I do not carry a sickle or a scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a...
Walk into the living room (which doubled as the Hubermanns’ bedroom), pull the accordion
Humans have a talent for escalation.-Death
One wild card was yet to be played.
She was one of the few souls that made me wonder what it was to live.
A KEY WORD*** Imagined
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