Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
PiecesSometimes there only seem to be clouds.Tonight, the clouds hang above me, sulking in the sky. They watch me write the words. I don’t even think they bother to read.I imagine myself in a room, wh...
People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.
Papa's lungs were full of sky.
Papa! she whispered. I have no eyes!He patted the girl’s hair. She’d fallen into his trap. With a smile like that, Hans Hubermann said, you don’t need eyes.
One wild card was yet to be played.
One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.
On the opposite side, the mannequins stood like witnesses. They were serious and ludicrously stylish. It was hard to shake the feeling that they were watching everything.
No, thought Liesel as she walked. It’s my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn’t feel like this.
No one’s urine smells as good as your own. The
My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.
Mesele eski arkadaşın, daha iyi bir arkadaş olması değildir. Sadece o kişiyi daha iyi tanırsınız ve zavallı bir budala gibi davranmanızdan rahatsız olmayacağını bilirsiniz.
Me doy cuenta de que nada le pertenece ya y que ella pertenece a todo.
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
Max, she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. There was once a strange, small man,she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. But there was a word...
Max, she said. He turned and briefly closed his eyes as the girl continued. she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. One of the Jews on his way to Dachau had stopped walkin...
Los minutos eran crueles. Las horas mortificantes. Durante los momentos de desvelo, sobre él pendía inexorablemente la mano del tiempo, la cual no dudaba en estrujarlo. Le sonreía, lo retorcía y lo de...
Ljudi su ponekad prelijepi.Ne zbog izgleda.Ne zbog onoga što govore.Nego zbog onoga što jesu.
Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened. Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours...
Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened.Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a...