In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions...
In mid-February, when she turned ten, Liesel was given a used doll that had a missing leg and yellow hair. It was the best we could do, Papa apologized. What are you talking about? She’s lucky to have...
In all honesty (and I know I’m complaining excessively now), I was still getting over Stalin, in Russia. The so-called second revolution—the murder of his own people. Then came Hitler. They say that w...
If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it.
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it. It was the best time of her life.
If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy's confort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of his life? W...
I'm twenty years old and look at me-- there isn't a thing I want to do
I'm still standing here. Okay, it's a crummy front porch I stand on, cracked to shithouse, and who am I to say that the world isn't the same?
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death
I'm compelled to continue on, because although it's not true for every person on Earth, it's true for the vast majority that death waits for no man and if he does, he doesn't usually wait very long.
I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.
I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.
I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain.
I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.
I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words so damning and brilliant.
I want words at my funeral.But I guess that means you need life in your life.
I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.
I took them all away, and if ever there was a time I needed distraction, this was it. In complete desolation, I looked at the world above. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the col...
I think she ate a salad and some soup.And loneliness.She ate that, too.