Her fingertips are made of love. When she speaks, her voice is made of love.
He, as much as anyone, knows who and why and what we are:A family of ramshackle tragedy.A comic book kapow of boys and blood and beasts.
He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.
He was tall and abrupt and exactly the kind of guy you wanted to be walking the streets with.
He was a great horse, she went on, and the perfect story—we wouldn’t love him so much if he’d lived.
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
He lay in bed with one of his sisters. She must have kicked him or muscled her way into the majority of the bed because he was on the very edge with his arm around her. The boy slept. His candlelit ha...
Hans Hubermann held his hand out and presented a piece of bread, like magic.
God, there were so many of them. So many sets of dying eyes and scuffing feet.
For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.
For a few moments, Liesel said nothing. It was one of those conversations that require some time to elapse between exchanges.
FREE BEER
Este chico puede conmigo. Siempre. Es lo único malo que tiene. Me rompe el corazón. Me hace llorar.
Era înalt în pat și pot vedea argintul printre genele lui
Ensin värit.Sitten ihmiset.Sillä tavoin minä yleenä asiat näen.Tai ainakin yritän.
England and France had made their declaration on Germany. To steal a phrase from Hans Hubermann: The fun begins.
El silencio no era quietud o calma, y desde luego no era paz.
EGY DEFINÍCIÓ, AMIT NEM TALÁLTOK MEG A SZÓTÁRBAN:Nem elmenni: A bizalom és szeretett aktusa,amit a gyerekek szinte mindig megértenek.
Det enda jag hör efter det är min egna andhämtning och ljudet av lukten, av mina egna steg
Descarada y alegre, una trilogía de felicidad avanzaría con el verano y se adentraría en el otoño. Sin embargo, algo le pondría un brusco final. La alegría le mostraría el camino al sufrimiento.