She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
She could have shot herself, scratched herself or indulged in other forms of self-mutilation, but she chose what she probably felt was the weakest option-to at least endure the discomfort of the weath...
Rudy, please, wake up. God damn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come one, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up...
Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his...
Pronto — disse, jogando uma única bala no balcão. — Misture você. Do lado de fora, eles a desembrulharam e tentaram parti-la ao meio com os dentes, mas o açúcar estava duro feito vidro. Duro demais, a...
Possibly the only good to come out of these nightmares was that it brought Hans Hubermann, her new papa, into the room, to soothe her, to love her. He came every night and sat with her. The first coup...
Personally, I think sex should be like math. At school. No one really cares if they’re crap at math. They even proclaim it. They’ll say to anyone, Yeah, I don’t mind science and English, but I’m absol...
Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth,...
Not that it was a living hell. It wasn’t. But it sure as hell wasn’t heaven, either.
No, I tell him, I won’t. I won’t be okay just for the sake of it. Not anymore.
No, I’m not a saint, Sophie. I’m just another stupid human. We smile a last smile, and I walk away. I feel her watching me, but I don’t look back.
Nije smisao u riječima.Nego u blistavim svjetlima i malim stvarima koje su zapravo velike.
Never had movement been such a burden. Never had a heart been so definite and big in her adolescent chest.
La ladrona de libros había dado su primer golpe: sería el comienzo de una ilustre carrera.
Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.
It’s much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This
It’s much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.
It’s impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. Usually,
It’s all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won’t let anyone else do it.
It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.