If nothing else, the old man would die like a human. Or at least with the thought that he was a human.
I'll never forget the first day in Auschwitz, the first time in Mauthausen. At that second place, as time wore on, I also picked them up from the bottom of the great cliff, when their escapes fell awf...
I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity. I watched
I think of how she lives alone, just like me, and how she never had any real family, and how she only has sex with people. She never lets any love get in the way. I think she had a family once, but it...
I have loved words, I have hated them, and I hope I have used them well.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. - Liesel Meminger
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.
I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so...
I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I’d throw them over my shoulder. It was only the children I carried in my arms.
I called back, but not loud enough, probably. I don't like making noise in public
I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.
I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.
Hänen ensimmäinen hyökkäyssuunnitelmansa oli sellainen, että hän istutti kotimaahansa sanoja mahdollisimman monille alueille.Hän istutti yötä päivää ja hoiti niitä.Han katseli niiden kasvua, kunnes lo...
His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come. Those sou...
His eyes did not do anything that shock normally describes. No snapping, no slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.
He’d wanted to show his past tormentor what he was capable of, but he also wanted to prove himself to everyone. Now everyone was in the kitchen.
He’d told them what Saturday night meant. The mattress, the plastic sheet. He told them of Matador in the fifth. He said he loved her from the very first time she’d talked to him, and it was his fault...
Her knees entered the ground. Her moment had arrived. Still in disbelief, she started to dig. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t— Within seconds, snow was carved into her skin. Froz...
Her hair was a close enough brand of German blond, but she had dangerous eyes. Dark brown.
Her face was severe but smiling. What the hell did you do with my hairbrush, you stupid Saumensch, you little thief?...The tirade went on for perhaps another minute, with Liesel making a desperate sug...