And you're Cameron Wolfe. That' gotta start meaning somethin' boy. That's gotta start churnin' inside us, making us wanna be someone for those names, and not just another couple of guys who amounted t...
They're brainless girls, otherwise they wouldn't be seen dead here. They're pretty, with ugly, appealing smiles and conversations we can't hear. They breathe smoke and blow it out, and words drop from...
The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.
Right. That's twenty-two fifty.Twenty-two fifty? We can't hide our exasperation.Well, yeah - this is a classy joint, you know.That's obvious - the service is incredible.
I told her I loved the howling sound of her harmonica. That seemed to be the limit of my courage that night, and even those spoken words had to struggle their way out of my mouth. It's all very well f...
First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.
My soul needs yours
I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.
A young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow
Papa sat with me tonight. He brought the accordion down and sat close to where Max used to sit. I often look at his fingers and face when he plays. the accordion breathes. There are lines on his cheek...
People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.
She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.
The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed....
The moon was sewn into the sky that night
Now I've changed things. I've left my own fingerprints on the world, no matter how small, and it's upset the equilibrium of us
I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me.(...) On the other hand, you're a human -you should understand self obsession.
From Liesel's position, their voices were only sounds. Not words at all.
Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.
From a Himmel Street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.
That’s when I have to ask him. Can you really talk like that? Being holy and all?What? Because I’m a priest? He finishes the dregs of his coffee. Sure. God knows what’s important.