Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for what? I as...
Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing.I laugh and the stars watch.It's good to be alive.
Why me? I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It’s good to be alive.
With a smile like that, you don't need eyes.
With the curtains clamped tight, he would sleep on the floor with a cushion beneath his head, as the fire slipped away and turned to ash. In the morning he would return to the basement. A voiceless hu...
«Tu sei il mio migliore amico, Ed».«Lo so.»Si può uccidere un uomo con una frase come questa.
Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The streets were ruptured veins. Blood streamed till it was dried on the road, and the bodies were stuck there, like driftwood afte...
Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.
Woher weiß man, ob etwas lebendig ist?Man schaut nach, ob es atmet.
Words are heavy...The words were stapled to her.
Words are life, Liesel.
Words are life
Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages
Words are so heavy.
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies.I've seen millions of them.I've seen...
Yes, I know it.In the darkness of my dark beating heart,I know. He'd have loved it alright.You see?Even Death Has A Heart.
Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt...
Yes, the Führer decided that he would rule the world with words. I will never fire a gun, he devised. I will not have to. Still, he was not rash. Let’s allow him at least that much. He was not a stupi...
Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch t...
Yet each day, he managed to unravel and straighten himself, disgusted and thankful. Wrecked, but somehow not torn into pieces.
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