They were eating in the kitchen. Looking at the spoonfuls of pea soup entering Mama’s mouth, she decided to shift her focus to Papa. There’s something
They waited for the clouds to disappear, and when they did, they could see the rest of the forest.It wouldn't stop growing, she explained.But neither would this. The young man looked at the branch th...
They accumulated, hour by hour, like sweet and sour dreams, waiting to happen.
There were people of every stature, but amongst them, the poor were the most easily recognised. The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a...
There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.
There was a kind of generosity to her, of heat and sweat and life.
There must be aplace in heaven for those who have been where I have been.
The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.
The thought of missing it was eased when she found a gap in the bodies and was able to see the mound of guilt, still intact. It was prodded and splashed, even spat on. It reminded her of an unpopular...
The sky was murky and deep, like quicksand. There was a young man parcelled up in barbed wire, like a crown of thorns. I untangled him and carried him out. High above the earth, we sank together, to o...
The science of Papa’s trade brought him an even greater level of respect. It was well and good to share bread and music, but it was nice for Liesel to know that he was also more than capable in his oc...
The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? Personally,
The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me...
The last thing I wanted was to look down at the stranded face of my teenager. A pretty girl. Her whole death was now ahead of her.
The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words. She
The fire was nothing now but a funeral of smoke, dead and dying, simultaneously.
The book thief had struck for the first time - the beginning of an illustrious career.
That is the best I can do—watch it fall into line with everything else I spectated during that time.
THE SPOKEN TRUTH OF RUDY STEINERI guess I’m better at leavingthings behind than stealing them.
THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN A BOY WHO HATES YOU A boy who loves you.