No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
Maxi Taxi, you’ve got him now, you’ve got him, Jew boy, you’ve got him, you’ve got him! A small kid with soft tufts of hair, a beaten nose, and swampy eyes, Max was a good head shorter
Los jóvenes siguen siendo niños y los niños a veces tienen derecho a ser cabezotas.
Le gustaban los corrillos apretados y lo desconocido. La agridulce sensación de la incertidumbre: Ganar o perder.
It travelled and wondered, but it disclosed no answers. Not yet.
It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on...
Is this yours?’ ‘Yes, Papa.’ ‘Do you want to read it?’ Again, ‘Yes, Papa.’ A tired smile. Metallic eyes, melting. ‘Well we’d better read it then.
In truth, I think he was afraid. 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 that he would never ask for her lip...
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew. As
I'm pretty much just hoping to live decent. I hope that's enough.
I wonder if she’ll ever know that no one will love her as hard as I do.
I see myself beneath her.Being taken and made love to.I feel her.I know her.Taste her champagne mouth.Ignore the ugly teeth.Just shut my eyes and taste her.
I realize that nothing belongs to her any more and she belongs to everything. She
I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch.Dive inside each other.Take each other.Make each other. Nothing happens, though.
I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear. I took them all away, and if ever there was a time I needed distraction, th...
I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. Outside,
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate. The
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...
Her papa stood and called her half a woman. Max was writing The Word Shaker in the corner. Rudy was naked by the door.