Él era el chalado que se había pintado de negro y había desafiado al mundo. Ella la ladrona de libros, sin palabras.
È impeccabile il modo in cui la verità può essere brutale, a volte. Non si può che ammirarla.
¿Qué he hecho?, no dejaba de musitar. [...] Le hubiera gustado consolarlo, pero nunca había visto a un hombre tan deshecho.
«Tu sei il mio migliore amico, Ed».«Lo so.»Si può uccidere un uomo con una frase come questa.
«Certo che sei reale», leggo, «come lo è qualunque pensiero, qualunque storia. Diventa tutto reale quando tu ci sei dentro.»
The moment is so thick around me that I feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.
She was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
Moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.
It didn’t really matter what that book was about. It was what it meant that was more important.
Is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?
Innocent Tommy Müller. He still cowered slightly whenever he saw her. How could I know you were
He had the ability to appear in the background, even if he was standing at the front of a queue.
For some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.
Fact, you could say that Rosa Hubermann had a face decorated with constant fury. That was how the creases were made in the cardboard texture of her complexion.
Concerned. Forget the cold and the loneliness. He was a Jew and if there was one place he was destined to exist, it was a basement or any other such hidden venue of survival.
And it feels good to be good for something in the aftermath of the snows of Stalingrad
And I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time.
An expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.
You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation. It worked.
You bastards, she thought.You lovely bastards.Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you...