I tell me:Let these words be footsteps, because I have a long way to travel. Let the words walk the dirty streets. Let them make their way across the crying grass. Let them stand and breathe and pant...
I suppose he'll die soon. I'm expecting it, like you do for a dog that's seventeen. There's no way to know how I'll react. He'll have faced his own placid death and slipped without a sound inside hims...
I never did get around to praying for myself, did I? Maybe that's what was behind it, though. Myself. Maybe the only reason I'd prayed for others to begin with was to bring myself good fortune. Was th...
I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come. Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.
I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, house of cards, that's where they begin.
I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They hav...
I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time...
I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations.
I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going, as long as memory can wield its axe, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.
How’s yours? inquires Marv soon after. Or more to the point, what is it?Eggs and cheese and something.Do you even like eggs?No.Then why’d you get it?Well, it didn’t look like eggs when it was on that...
He’s fighting the world. And now, I watch as the underdog in the middle of the circle fights on and stands and falls and returns to his haunches and feet and fights on again. He fights on, no matter h...
Herr Vogel from Heide Strasse. Made all his money from his father. He throws it away on women
Her wrinkles were like slander. Her voice was akin to a beating with a stick.
He's waking her in every moment.Disturbing her.Reaching through her and abandoning her at the same time.He throws her down and takes her and cuts her open. The bedspring leaks - a howling, desperate n...
He'd have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, i know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, i know. He'd have loved it, all right. You see? Even death has a heart
He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would...
He was a wasteland in a suit; he was bent-postured, he was broken.
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.