She looks up. She speaks in a 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 her papa going to war and grabs her jacket...
She attempted to explain. I—when ... It was sitting in the snow, and— The spoft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying to the floor like powder.
Rosa was sitting with the accordion, praying. ‘Make them come back alive,’ she repeated. ‘Please, Lord, please. All of them.’ Even the wrinkles around her eyes were joining hands.
Quise decirle muchas cosas a la ladrona de libros, sobre la belleza y la crueldad, pero ¿qué podía contarle sobre todo eso que ella no supiera? Quise explicarle que no dejo de sobreestimar e infravalo...
Puedo oler el sexo en ella, y solo deseo que ella pueda oler el amor en mí.
Por favor, a pesar de las amenazas anteriores, conserva la calma. Sólo soy una fanfarrona. No soy violenta. No soy perversa. Soy lo que tiene que ser.
Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing wor...
Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their French words....
Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sk...
People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment.
Papa would say a word and the girl would have to spell it aloud and then paint it on the wall, as long as she got it right. After a month, the wall was recoated. A fresh cement page.
Outside is dark.The kitchen light is loud.It deafens me as I walk towards it.
Once, words had rendered Liesel useless, but now, when she sat on the floor, with the mayor’s wife at her husband’s desk, she felt an innate sense of power. It happened every time she deciphered a new...
Oh, how the clouds stumbled in and assembled stupidly in the sky.Great obese clouds.Dark and plump.Bumping into each other. Apologizing. Moving on and finding room.
Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.
Now more than ever, 33 Himmel Street was a place of silence, and it did not go unnoticed that the Duden Dictionary was completely and utterly mistaken, especially with its related words. Silence was n...
Now he turned on to the side street, making his way to number thirty-three, resisting the urge to smile, resisting the urge to sob or even imagine the safety that might be awaiting him. He reminded hi...
Normalmente vamos por la vida reyéndonos constantemente lo que nos decimos. «Estoy bien», decimos. «Estoy genial.» Pero de vez en cuando la verdad se te echa encima y no puedes sacudírtela. Entonces t...
No podía hacer nada contra la atracción que ejercían los libros sobre ella.
My heart applauds inside my ears, first like a roaring crowd, then slows and slows until it's a solitary person, clapping with unbridled sarcasm. Clap. Clap.Clap.