Sí, la recuerdo menudo y conservo su historia en uno de mis múltiples bolsillos para contarla una y otra vez. Es una más de la pequeña legión que llevo conmigo, cada una de ellas extraordinarias a su...
Supongo que lo que espero es la vida que vendrá más allá de estas páginas.
Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
Steam was rising weirdly from his clothes. His hangover was visible. It heaved itself to his shoulders and sat there like a bag of wet cement.
Steadily, the room shrank, till the book thief could touch the shelves within a few small steps. She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding...
Stars of David were plastered to their shirts, and misery was attached to them as if assigned. Don't forget your misery... In some cases, it grew on them like a vine.
Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white.
She seemed to collect the words in her hand, pat them together and hurl them across the table.
She let herself love me for three minutes.Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer.Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.
She even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man. Her fingertips are made of love.
She could only hope they could read the depth of sorrow in her face, to recognize that it was true, and not fleeting.
She attempted to explain. I—when ... It was sitting in the snow, and— The spoft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying to the floor like powder.
Saukerl, rise lei, e, mentre alzava una mano, fu assolutamente certa che anche lui, nel medesimo istante, la chiamasse Saumensch. Credo che sia la cosa più prossima all'amore cui sappiano giungere deg...
Rudy, please, wake up. God damn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up...
Personalmente, penso che il sesso dovrebbe essere come la matematica.A scuola.Nessuno ci resta male, se fa schifo in matematica. Addirittura, c’è gente che va in giro a vantarsene: «Sì, scienze e lett...
Pero créeme, las palabras estaban de camino, y cuando llegaron, Liesel las sujetó entre las manos como si fueran nubes y las escurrió como si estuvieran empapadas de lluvia.
People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour c...
Orada duruyor, birinin bir şeyler yapmasını bekliyordum ama sonunda beklediğim kişinin kendim olduğunu anlamıştım.
Oh, come on, Arthur.I don't want to hear it, Andy.Jesus ChristHe doesn't want to hear it, either.
Of course I told him about you, Liesel said. She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it