[...]otra arremetida de «HeilHitler!». ¿Sabes? Lo cierto es que me sorprendería que alguien no perdiera unojo o se hiciera daño en una mano o en una muñeca en medio de ese jaleo.Bastaba con quedarse m...
The thing is, I don't even hate cops. To tell you the truth, I actually feel a little sorry for them.
It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.
I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.
Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
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 ho...
Big things are often just small things that are noticed. - Ed Kennedy
We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its o...
The soft-spoken words fell off the side of the bed, emptying to the floor like powder.
The consequence of this is that I’m always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.
It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you wo...
Arschloch,
Breathing then, for
What do I do now? I ask desperately. Tell me! What do I do now?He remains calm. He looks at me closely and says, Keep living, Ed…. It’s only the pages that stop here. He stays perhaps another ten minu...
It was a Sunday, an arsonist sunrise.
In that one stolen second, I considered the Glebe girl. She entered my mind like a burglar, them vanished again, taking nothing. It was like the humiliation of the past had been dragged instantly from...
How do you give someone a piece of sky?Late in February, she stood on Munich Street and watched a single giant cloud come over the hills like a white monster. It climbed the mountains. The sun was ecl...
He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.
Because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it. It's the ones in between that test you. They're the ones that bring questions with them.
If you're optimistic, think of it as bronze.