I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. Outside,
I didn’t know words could be so heavy.
I carried [Rudy] softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder [at comforting]. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse...
How about a kiss, Saumensch?He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I thi...
Her papa stood and called her half a woman. Max was writing The Word Shaker in the corner. Rudy was naked by the door.
Her heart at that point was slippery and hot, and loud, so loud so loud.
Her fingertips are made of love. When she speaks, her voice is made of love.
Henry Street.
He wanted to walk out—Lord, how he wanted to (or at least he to want to)—but he knew he wouldn’t. It was much the same as the way he left his family in Stuttgart, under a veil of fabricated loyalty.T...
He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
Have faith, Ed, all right?'I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.
Hasta la muerte tiene corazón.
From a distance, people observed. Such a thing was easier from far away.
For a few moments, Liesel said nothing. It was one of those conversations that require some time to elapse between exchanges.
Feuer soll'n's brunzen fur einen Monat!' she heard her call out. Translation: 'They should all piss fire for a month!
FREE BEER
England and France had made their declaration on Germany. To steal a phrase from Hans Hubermann: The fun begins.
Eleven-year-old paranoia was powerful. Eleven-year-old relief was euphoric.
Det enda jag hör efter det är min egna andhämtning och ljudet av lukten, av mina egna steg