Yes, the Führer decided that he would rule the world with words. I will never fire a gun, he devised. I will not have to. Still, he was not rash. Let’s allow him at least that much. He was not a stupi...
Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages
Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The streets were ruptured veins. Blood streamed till it was dried on the road, and the bodies were stuck there, like driftwood afte...
Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing.I laugh and the stars watch.It's good to be alive.
Who was there to soothe him as life’s rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?
White is without question a color, and personally, I don't think you want to argue with me.
When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started not just to mean something, but everything.
When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open...
When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.
When I found it amongst the book thief's words, I realised that we passed each other once in a while during that period, though neither of us scheduled a meeting. Personally, I had a lot of work to do...
What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me!But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The stor...
What is it about the sound of clapping hands? Why does it seem like an ocean of sound, breaking like waves on top of you? Why does it make a tide turn in you? Maybe it’s because it’s one of the most n...
We grew up together, which is the only reason we’re friends. He’s actually got a lot of other acquaintances, too, for a few reasons. The first is that he plays soccer in winter and has mates from ther...
We can’t leave him here, the smell will kill us . . . and we can’t carry him out the door and drag him up the street, either. We can’t just say, ‘You’ll never guess what we found in our basement this...
We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.
Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people. She looks away again as her shyness smothers her. So, do you think it'd be all right if we don't ta...
Vivimos aquí desde hace casi un año y nadie, absolutamente nadie, ha movido jamás un dedo para ayudarnos ohacer que nos sintamos bienvenidos. No es una queja, no me malinterpretes. No esperamos nada....
Visita guiada al sufrimiento:A su izquierda, tal vez a su derecha, incluso puede que al frente, hay una pequeña habitación a oscuras. Allí espera sentado un judío. Apesta. Está famélico. Está asustado...
Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo.
Uyanık geçirdiği zamanlarda saatler tepesinde dikiliyor, onu yıpratmakta kesinlikle tereddüt etmiyorlardı. Gülümseyerek canını çıkarıyor ama sonra da yaşamasına izin veriyorlardı. Bir şeyin yaşamasına...