For now, the idea was enough. It was indestructible. Transforming it into reality, well, that was something else altogether. For now, though, let's let him enjoy it.We'll give him seven months.Then we...
For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.
God.'I always say that name when I think of it.'God.'Twice, I speak it.I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. 'But it's not your job to understand.' That's me who replies. God never says an...
Había un tren y un niño tosiendo. Había nieve y una niña destrozada por el dolor.
Hans Hubermann held his hand out and presented a piece of bread, like magic.
Hasta la muerte tiene corazón.
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.
He lay with yellow hair and closed eyes, and the book thief ran toward him and fell down. She dropped the black book. Rudy, she sobbed, wake up.... She grabbed him by his shirt and gave him just the s...
He loved her more than Michelangelo.
He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.
He seemed to resonate with a kind of confidence that life was still nothing but a joke - an endless succession of soccer goals, trickery, and a constant repertoire of meaningless chatter.
He was hanging from one of the rafters in a laundry up near Frau Diller's. Another human pendulum. Another clock, stopped.
He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would...
He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.
He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, i know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, i know. He'd have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart
He's waking her in every moment.Disturbing her.Reaching through her and abandoning her at the same time.He throws her down and takes her and cuts her open. The bedspring leaks - a howling, desperate n...
He, as much as anyone, knows who and why and what we are:A family of ramshackle tragedy.A comic book kapow of boys and blood and beasts.
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...
Her hair was a close enough brand of German blond, but she had dangerous eyes. Dark brown.
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...
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