Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growin...
Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?
Diese Bilder waren die Welt, und es brodelte in ihr, während sie inmitten der schönen Bücher mit ihren manikürten Titeln saß. Es kochte in ihr, während sie die Seiten anschaute, die bis zum Erbrechen...
Death's Diary: 1942 -It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to just name a few. Forget the scythe, God damn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a holiday.(...) They say that war is de...
Death about Heil Hitlering p. 117-118.You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wirst with all of that. You'd only need to be facing the wrong way at the wr...
DEFINICIÓN NO ENCONTRADA EN EL DICCIONARIONo irse: acto de confianza y amor, a menudo descifrado por los niños.
Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their...
Come on, Max,' she whispered, and even the sound of Mama's arrival at her back did not stop her from silently crying. It didn't stop her from pulling a lump of salt water from her eye and feeding it o...
Clearly,’ said Arthur, ‘you’re an idiot – but you’re our kind of idiot. Come on.
CHRISTMAS GREETINGS FROM MAX VANDENBURG Often 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.
But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question.
But now those thoughts weren't thoughts at all, they were clouds of landed punches, and every one fell true.
Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for a summer's duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way. Hard times...
Before they proceeded to their respective homes, Rudy’s voice reached over and handed Liesel the truth. For a while, it sat on her shoulder, but a few thoughts later, it made its way to her ear.
At that moment, Liesel was amazed by the width of the doorway. There was so much space. Why did people need so much space to get through the door? Had Rudy been there, he’d have called her an idiot—it...
At first, I’d wanted to write Merry Christmas on the box somewhere, but I decide against it. This isn’t about words. It’s about glowing lights and small things that are big.
Así y todo, ella llora en el porche y yo desearía acercarme y abrazarla. Desearía rescatarla y mecerla entre mis brazos.«¿Cómo puede la gente vivir así?»«¿Cómo consiguen sobrevivir?»Tal vez por eso es...
As the density subsided, the rollcall of names limped through the ruptured streets, sometimes ending with an ash-filled embrace, or a knelt-down howl of grief. They accumulated, hour by hour, like swe...
As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them . . . Some looked appealingly at those who had come to observe their humiliatio...
As I’ve been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane. It helps me cope, considering the length of time I’ve been performing this job. The trouble is, who could ever replace m...