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...
He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. 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...
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...
Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.
For hours she sat with him as he shivered and slept.'Don't die' she whispered. 'Please, Max, just don't die.'He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different....
Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms.
Fingers touch the pages. They turn me. I continue on. I always do. All is big. The
Even Rudy stood completely erect, feigning nonchalance, tensing himself against the tension.
El misterio me aburre, es una lata. [...] Las intrigas que nos empujan hasta el final son las que me inquietan, me desconciertan, me pican la curiosidad y me asombran. Quedan muchas en las que pensar....
Each boy stood, slouched yet stiff, hands in pockets. If the dog had pockets, she'd have had her paws in them, too, for sure.
Dormía mucho, sin sueños, y casi siempre se arrepentía de despertarse. Dormida, todo desaparecía.
Don’t think, I told myself. Think nothingness. But even nothingness was something. It was a thought.
Don't punish yourself,' she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.
Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.
Did you learn?The face in the corner watched the flames. I did. There was a considerable pause. Until I was nine. At that age, my mother sold the music studio and stopped teaching. SHe kept only the o...
Crossword? he would ask.
At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?
As palavras pousaram na mesa e se posicionaram no meio. As três pessoas ficaram a olhá-las. As tênues esperanças não ousaram elevar-se mais do que isso. Ele ainda não morreu. Ele ainda não morreu.
As it turned out, Ilsa Hermann not only gave Liesel Meminger a book that day. She also gave her a reason to spend time in the basement, her favorite place, first with Papa, then Max. She gave her a re...
As if sensing the oncoming theatre, the pigeons arrived from nowhere, and dug in close on the powerlines. They were perched on TV aerials, and, God forbid, on the trees. There was also a single crow,...