A veces me mata ver cómo muere la gente.
A statue of the book thief stood in the courtyard... it's very rare, don't you think, for a statue to appear before it's subject has become famous?
A small fact:You are going to die....does this worry you?
A final dirty joke.Another human punch line
A final dirty joke.Another human punch line.As with many of the others, when I began my journey away, there seemed a quick shadow again, a final moment of eclipse—the recognition of another soul gone....
A few of them performed the beautiful childhood art of snickering.
A choir of heavy-set Helgas pointed him out, and Thomas Mamer came storming towards the dirty fruit.
A book floated down the Amper River.A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and heldit in his right hand. He grinned. He stoodwaist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water.How about a kiss, Saumensch? he said.
A ako tip poput tebe može zasukati rukave i učiniti ono što si ti učinio za sve te ljude, možda može svatko. Možda svatko može živjeti izvan granica onoga za što se smatra sposobnim.
A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARYNot leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
Somewhere in his murkiest depths, he wasn't so much afraid of being left again as condemning someone else to second best.
Siempre encuentro humanos en su mejor y en su peor momento. Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto cómo ambas pueden ser lo mismo. Sin embargo, tienen algo que les envidio: al menos los humanos tie...
Pasó varios minutos dirigiendo la mirada de las estanterías a sus dedos y de estos a las estanterías. ¿Cuántos libros había tocado? ¿Cuántos había sentido? Se acercó y repitió, esta vez mucho más desp...
CHRISTMAS GREETINGS FROM*** MAX VANDENBURGOften 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.
AN OBSERVATION***A pair of train guards.A pair of grave diggers.When it came down to it, one of them called the shots.The other did what he was told.The question is, what if the 'other' is a lot more...
She especially loved to see him hit the silver, sparkled button—the C major.) The accordion’s scratched yet shiny black exterior came back and forth as his arms squeezed the dusty bellows, making it s...
He would search the faces on Munich street for a book-thieving girl.
—¿Puedo quedarme, Ed?Me acerco.—Claro que puedes quedarte esta noche. —Pero menea la cabeza y sus ojos finalmente se centran.Da un paso al frente y alarga un brazo.—No quiero decir esta noche —aclara—...
Справедливо е да се отбележи, че през всичките тези години от управлението на Хитлер никой не беше служил толкова вярно на фюрера, колкото мен. Хората нямат сърца като моето. Човешкото сърце е линия,...
Понякога хората са щастливи. Не заради това как изглеждат. Не заради това, което казват. Просто защото са каквито са.