You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.
You see, people may tell you that Nazi Germany was built on anti-Semitism, a somewhat overzealous leader and a nation of hate-fed bigots, but it would have all come to nothing had the Germans not love...
You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.
You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wrist with all of that. You’d only need to be facing the wrong way at the wrong time or stand marginally too close...
You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.
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...
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.
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.
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...
When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.
When he stopped pacing, his shadow loomed behind him, watching. Someone was always watching.
When Tommy walked forlornly home a short while later, Rudy tried what appeared to be a masterful new tactic.Pity.On the step, he perused the mud that had dried as a crusty sheet on his uniform, then l...
When I glanced back at the plane, the pilot’s open mouth appeared to be smiling.
UN PENSAMIENTO AGRADABLEElla era una ladrona de libros.Él asaltaba el cielo.
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.
Those kids, they would've loved this place, they would've walked and skipped and danced here, all legs and sunny hair. They'd have cartwheeled the lawn, shouting, And don't go lookin' at our knickers,...
Things always seem to glide away.They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.
There was an itchy lung for a last cigarette and an immense, magnetic pull toward the basement, for the girl who was his daughter and was writing a book down there he hoped to read one day. Liesel. Hi...
There are hundreds of thoughts per every word spoken, and that's if they're spoken at all.
The words. Why did they have to exist? Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.