—Cuéntame, Jimmy —dice. El temblor de las manos aumenta—. ¿Dónde has estado todo este tiempo? —Su voz es angustiada pero dulce—. ¿Dónde has estado?Tengo algo atascado en la garganta. Son las palabras....
Не е проблемът в мястото. Хората са си виновни.
¿Quién estaba allí para tranquilizarlo cuando le arrancaron la alfombra de la vida bajo los pies dormidos?.
¿No veis la herida que tengo dentro? ¿No veis cómo se extiende y me corroe ante vuestros ojos? No quiero volver a tener esperanzas.
¿Hay algo peor que un chico que te odie? Un chico que te quiera.
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.
Misery was attached to them as if assigned. Don’t forget your misery …
[...] no corrían tiempos para abandonarse a la esperanza, aunque casi pudiera tocarla.
When a woman with an iron fist tells you to get out there and clean spit off the door, you do it. Especially when the iron's hot.
When I’m there, Rube’s eyes fire into mine. Make sure you get up, they tell me, and I nod, then jump up. The jacket’s off. My skin’s warm. My wolfish hair sticks up as always, nice and thick. I’m read...
War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition.
They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.
They walked on in silence for a while, until Rudy said, I just wish I was like Jesse Owens, Papa. This time, Mr. Steiner placed his hand on Rudy’s head and explained, I know, son—but you’ve got beauti...
That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.
THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN A BOY WHO HATES YOUA boy who loves you.
Still, I walk on, through a dream that takes me through these pages. I
Stars of David were plastered to their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. Don’t forget your misery …
She was one of the few souls that made me wonder what it was to live.
She soon says, You’re my best friend, Ed.I know.You can kill a man with those words.
She laughed and he felt her breath, and he thought about that warmness, how people were warm like that, from inside to out; how it could hit you and disappear, then back again, and nothing was ever pe...