When death captures me, the boy vowed, he will feel my fist on his face. Personally,
When death has a story to tell, you listen.
When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.
When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open...
When it came down to it, one of them called the shots.The other did what he was told.The question is, what if the other is a lot more than one?
When it came down to it, one of them called the shots. The other did what he was told. The question is, what if the other is a lot more than one?
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 they arrived in full, the noise of their feet throbbed on top of the road. Their eyes were enormous in their starving skulls. And the dirt. The dirt was molded to them . . . Their feet could bare...
Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody,
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.
Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The streets were ruptured veins. Blood streamed till it was dried on the road, and the bodies were stuck there, like driftwood afte...
Words are life
Words are so heavy.
Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt...
Yes, the Führer decided that he would rule the world with words. I will never fire a gun, he devised. I will not have to. Still, he was not rash. Let’s allow him at least that much. He was not a stupi...
Yet each day, he managed to unravel and straighten himself, disgusted and thankful. Wrecked, but somehow not torn into pieces.
You bastards, she thought.You lovely bastards.Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you...
You can do anything when it's not real.When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.
You can kill a man with those words.No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.
You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.
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