I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.
Humans have a talent for escalation.-Death
How well do we really let ourselves know each other?
His hair is like feathers.
His eyes were the color of agony...
He's the boy who refuses to fear the opposite sex, purely because everyone else embraces that particular fear, and he's the type who is unafraid to make a decision.
He remained shrouded in his uniform as the graying light arm-wrestled the sky.
He lay in bed with one of his sisters. She must have kicked him or muscled her way into the majority of the bed because he was on the very edge with his arm around her. The boy slept. His candlelit ha...
He invited his people toward his own glorious heart, beckoning them with his finest, ugliest words, handpicked from his forests. And the people came. They were all placed on a conveyor belt and run th...
God never says anything. You think you’re the only one he never answers?
For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
Even death has a heart.
Don’t get caught. This from a man who’d stolen a Jew. From
Clearly, I see it.I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there.A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.
But you'll come and get me if he wakes up, won't you? Just make something up. Scream out like I've done something wrong. Start swearing at me. Everyone will believe it, don't worry.
But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?
But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.
Belki kelimesi beni rahatsız etmeye başlamıştı çünkü sabit olan tek şey 'belkiler'in sonsuza dek benimle kalabilecek olmasıydı.
Are you looking at a dead man now?