Měla narozeniny, ale dárek dala ona mě.
Me maravilla lo que los humanos son capaces de hacer aunque estén llorado a lágrima viva, que sigan adelante, tambaleantes, tosiendo, rebuscando, hallando.
Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.
Max, Hans, and Rosa I cannot account for, but I know that Liesel Meminger was thinking that if the bombs ever landed on Himmel Street, not only did Max have less chance of survival than everyone else,...
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...
Many times, she wanted to ask her papa if he might teach her to play, but somehow, something always stopped her. Perhaps an unknown intuition told her that she would never be able to play it like Hans...
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
Liesel was sure her mother carried the memory of him, slung over her shoulder. She dropped him. She saw his feet and legs and body slap the platform.
Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let a...
Jedna byla zlodějka knih.Ten druhý kradl oblohu.
It’s pathetic—how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great. Trudy
It's the sound of my breathing that gets me, pouring down into my lungs and then tripping back up my throat.
It was as though he'd opened her palm, given her the words, and closed it up again.
It takes a lot of love to hate you like this.
Is it from your cheek that I took the seed?
In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions...
In all honesty (and I know I’m complaining excessively now), I was still getting over Stalin, in Russia. The so-called second revolution—the murder of his own people. Then came Hitler. They say that w...
If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy's confort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of his life? W...
Ich fürchte ebenfalls, dass am Ende gar nichts zu Ende sein wird. Die Dinge gehen einfach weiter, solange die Erinnerung das Sagen hat und immer eine weiche Stelle in deinen Gedanken findet, um an die...
I'm still standing here. Okay, it's a crummy front porch I stand on, cracked to shithouse, and who am I to say that the world isn't the same?