There was once a strange, small man. He decided three important details about his life:1. He would part his hair from the opposite side to everyone else.2. He would make himself a small, strange musta...
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 is death.Making his way through all of it.On the surface: unflappable, unwavering.Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.
The word maybe was beginning to annoy me, because the only thing that was fixed was that maybe would be with me for ever. Maybe
The road was icy as it was, but Rudy put on the extra coat, barely able to contain a grin. It ran across his face like a skid.
The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.On the other side, beyond the blurry heat, it was possible to see the browns...
The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words. She
The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the relative you cri...
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. (Death)
The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they were older and had moved out...Soon they would be both in the war. One would be making bullets. The other would be shooting them.
The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.
Thanks, I say.
Tal como Liesel descubrió, un buen ladrón necesita muchas cosas.Sigilo. Audacia. Resolución.Sin embargo, mucho más importante que todo lo demás era un último requisito: la suerte.
Sure, she loved horses, she enjoyed racing, but she abhorred the racing business; its wastage, its overbreeding. Its greedy girth of underbelly. It was something like a beautiful whore, and she’d seen...
Somehow, though, and I’m sure you’ve met people like this, he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of a line. He was always just there. Not noticea...
So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
Sin embargo, un día conoció a un hombre despreciado por su patria a pesar de haber nacido en ella. Se hicieron buenos amigos y, cuando el hombre enfermó, la recolectora de palabras dejó caer una de su...
She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half.Then a chapter.Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? With...
She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to s...
She remained on the steps, waiting for Papa, watching the stray ash and the corpse of collected books. Everything was sad. Orange and red embers looked like rejected candy, and most of the crowd had v...