20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. ‘The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and…’ She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of he...
Sintió que su cuerpo se arrugaba y se hacía una pelota, como una página llena de tachones arrojada a la papelera. Como basura. Sin embargo, día tras día conseguía estirarse y alisarse, indignado y agr...
One opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.
El judaísmo no dejaba de ser una etiqueta,...
And shivered like the future.
And on most occasions she was sorry to wake up. Everything disappeared when she was asleep.
No mezclo nada, sólo repito lo que dijiste. Lo que uno cuenta y lo que sucede de verdad no suele coincidir, Rudy, sobre todo contigo.
A SMALL THEORY***People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing m...
A SMALL SUGGESTION***Or maybe there was a woman on Grande Strasse who now kept her library window open for another reason - but that's just be being cynical, or hopeful. Or both.
THE LAST WORDS OF LIESEL MEMINGER**I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
She would later write in the basemen.
Не е проблемът в мястото. Хората са си виновни.
Градската улица гъмжеше от народ, но непознатият не можеше да бъде по-самотен, дори да беше съвършено пуста.
В началото той се опитваше да е сдържан, но с всеки следващ ден ставаше все по-трудно, защото момичето се появяваше с нов синоптичен доклад за чисто синьо небе, картонени облаци или слънце, което си е...
¿Hay algo peor que un chico que te odie? Un chico que te quiera.
¿Cómo puede quedarse allí sentada dispuesta a morir mientras yo quiero seguir viviendo? [...] ¿Por qué quiero vivir? No debería y, sin embargo, quiero vivir.
«Gli affari non vanno bene, ultimamente?»«Vuoi la verità?» Il vetro dei suoi occhi si frantuma e mi punge. «È una vera merda.»A questo punto, non posso più trattenermi. «Può davvero esprimersi così? A...
Una prueba más de lo contradictorio que es el ser humano. Una pizca de bondad, una pizca de maldad y sólo falta añadirle agua.
The moment is so thick around me that I feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.
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 anyone else do it.