'I guess I'm better at leaving things behind than stealing them.
—¿Puedo quedarme, Ed?Me acerco.—Claro que puedes quedarte esta noche. —Pero menea la cabeza y sus ojos finalmente se centran.Da un paso al frente y alarga un brazo.—No quiero decir esta noche —aclara—...
Очите му бяха отворени, а годежният му пръстен - откраднат. Натоварих душата му заедно останалите и се понесохме. Хоризонтът беше с цвета на мляко. Студено и свежо. Разлято сред телата.
Одним глазом еще глядя сон, вторым она видела, как умер брат. Простилась с матерью и представляла, как та одиноко ждет обратного поезда в забвение. Проволочная женщина вытянулась на земле, и ее вопль...
Всъщност интригата е онова, което ме провокира, озадачава, интересува и изумява.
¿Se puede robar la felicidad? ¿O es sólo otro infernal truco humano?
«Gli affari non vanno bene, ultimamente?»«Vuoi la verità?» Il vetro dei suoi occhi si frantuma e mi punge. «È una vera merda.»A questo punto, non posso più trattenermi. «Può davvero esprimersi così? A...
The threat of Jewish competition was taken away, but so were the Jewish customers
Really did the research in phases, before, during, and after I’d finished the manuscript. It wasn’t until the end of the writing that I went to Munich to check all of my facts, especially little thing...
It. I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate.
Impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help.
How the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
He tried not to look back as the stale bread disintegrated in his stomach. A few times, he shifted again and watched the lights become only a handful
Caughtoutedness. Some examples: People jumping out of alleys. Schoolteachers suddenly being aware of every sin you’ve ever committed. Police showing up at the door each time a leaf turns or a distant...
You want to know what I truly look like? Find yourself a mirror while I continue.-Death
You could argue that Liesel Meminger has it easy. She did have it easy compared to Max Vandenburg. Certainly, her brother practically died in her arms. Her mother abandoned her.But anything was better...
You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.
Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn't. But is sure as hell wasn't heaven, either.
When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.
When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.'Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry.Yes.I like that a lot.