We might be criminals, but we’re not totally immoral
We only sit there now. Audrey and me.And discomfort. Squeezed in, between us. She soon says, You’re my best friend, Ed. I know. You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and...
We skip the moments like stones.
We smell the impact of traffic and humans. Humans and traffic. Back and forth. We taste our moment, swallowing it, knowing it. We feel our nerves twitching inside our stomaches, lunging at our skin fr...
We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful...
Well, have you even tried again? You can’t just sit around waiting for the new world to take it with you. You have to go out and be part of it - despite your past mistakes.
Well, promise me one thing, Liesel. If I die anytime soon, you make sure they bury me right.
What about her? Liesel was exercising 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 t...
What are you assholes looking at?
What good are the words?
What great malice there could be in allowing something to live.
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...
What someone says and what happened are usually two different things.
«Devi capire una cosa, Ed.»«Cosa?»E poi, cauta, lo dice: «Che tu ci creda o no… bisogna provare un amore profondo per odiarti come ti odio io».Tento di comprendere.
What?! Tommy shouted. His face twitched
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...
When I glanced back at the plane, the pilot’s open mouth appeared to be smiling.
When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.
When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the flesh that resonate the most. Sometimes I manage to float far above those three moments. I hang suspende...
When Liesel left that day, she said something with great uneasiness. In translation, two giant words were struggled with, carried on her shoulder and dropped as a bungling pair at Ilsa Hermann’s feet....
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