Death
Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.
Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destrucción a pequeña escala. Castillos de arena, castillos de naipes, por ahí empiezan. Su gran don es la capacidad de superación.
Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?
Cogió a la niña por la espalda y la estrechó con fuerza contra ella. Cantó una canción, pero en voz tan baja que Liesel apenas la oyó. Las notas nacían en su aliento y morían en sus labios.
Clearly, said Arthur,you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.
Chapter One: It was quite fitting that the entire town was sleeping when the dream carrier was born...
But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived? His
But as they walked on, they stopped several times, to listen. They thought they could hear voices and words behind them, on the word shaker's tree.
But Hans Junior wasn’t finished. He stepped closer and said, You’re either for the Führer or against him—and I can see that you’re against him. You always have been. Liesel watched Hans Junior in the...
Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the...
Behind me, a teddy bear was resting on the shoulder of a corpse. A lemon candle stood below the branches. The pilot's soul was in my arms.
At this point, I couldn't help it. I walked around to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most. Her expression stroked the man...
At first, he only continues walking. Only when I look down on our feet do I realize that we're actually going nowhere. It's the world that moves - the streets, the air, and the dark patches of inner s...
As Rudy slumped into the corner and flicked mud from his sleeve at the window, Franz fired him the Hitler Youth's favourite question:'When was our Führer Adolf Hitler born?'Rudy looked up. 'Sorry?'The...
And far away, in the room that stretched like a bridge to a nameless town, her brother, Werner, played in the cemetery snow.
An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis.
A woman of wire had laid herself down, her scream traveling the street, till it fell sideways like a rolling coin starved of momentum.
HERE IS A SMALL FACT *** You are going to die. I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my prot...
No-one wanted to bomb Himmel Street. No-one would bomb a place named after heaven, would they? Would they?