The Ramones.
The Standover Man. all my life, I've been scared of men standing over me. I suppose my first standover man was my father, but he vanished before I could remember him. For some reason when I was a boy,...
The book thief lay in bed that night, and the boy only came before she closed her eyes. He was one member of a cast, for Liesel was always visited in that room. Her papa stood and called her half a wo...
The brother shivers.The woman weeps.And the girl goes on reading, for that's why she's there, and it feels good to be something in the aftermath of the snows of Stalingrad.
The dangers merged into one. Powder and smoke and the gusty flames. The damaged people. Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the act of forgetting.
The dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.
The horizon was beginning to charcoal. What was left of the blackness above was nothing now but a scribble, and disappearing fast.
The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I’m always finding humans at their bes...
The minutes were cruel. Hours were punishing. Standing above him at all moments of awakeness was the hand of time, and it didn’t hesitate to wring him out. It smiled and squeezed and let him live. Wha...
The nightmares arrived like they always did, much like the best player in the opposition when you've heard rumors that he might be injured or sick-but there he is, warming up with the rest of them, re...
The only sound I'll hear after that will be my own breathing, and the sound of the smell, of my footsteps
The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.
The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying onto the floor like powder.
The stars set fire to my eyes.
The survivors. They’re the ones I can’t stand to look at, although on many occasions, I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colours to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones w...
The thrill of being ignored!
The violence interferes. It sticks its fingers into everything and tears it open. It all comes apart, and I loath myself for waiting this long to end it. I despise myself for taking the easy options n...
The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like clouds, and she would ring them out like the rain.
The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color.
Their heartbeats fought each other, a mess of rhythm. Liesel tried to eat hers down. The taste of heart was not too cheerful.
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