Si hubiera podido ver arrodillada a la ladrona de libros junto a su cuerpo diezmado, habría gritado de alegría y girado sobre sí mismo y sonreído. Le habría encantado contemplarla besándole los polvor...
She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words. That's why she could climb higher than anyone else. She had desire. She was hungr...
She was home, among the mayor's books of every color and description, with their silver and gold lettering. She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.
She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)
She slid a book from the shelf and sat with it on the floor.She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter.Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words lttered between her legs and...
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 gave her a reason to write her own words, to see that words had also brought her to life. Don't punish yourself, she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be...
Sebbene qualcosa dentro di lei le dicesse che era un delitto (dopo tutto, tre libri erano la sua proprietà più preziosa), era costretta a guardarli andare a fuoco. Non poteva farci nulla. Suppongo che...
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...
Quiero palabras en mi entierro.Aunque imagino que eso significa que necesitas vida en tu vida.
Primero los colores.Luego los humanos.Así es como acostumbro a ver las cosas.O, al menos, así intento verlas.
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 quite like that. Such stupid gallantry.Yes. I like that a lot.
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.
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.