I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain.
I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.
I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimat...
I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. None of those things, however, came out of my mouth. All I was able to do w...
I suppose he'll die soon. I'm expecting it, like you do for a dog that's seventeen. There's no way to know how I'll react. He'll have faced his own placid death and slipped without a sound inside hims...
I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness.
I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They hav...
I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations.
I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me. My travels, what I saw in '42. On the other hand, you're a human - you should understand self-obsession.
How’s yours? inquires Marv soon after. Or more to the point, what is it?Eggs and cheese and something.Do you even like eggs?No.Then why’d you get it?Well, it didn’t look like eggs when it was on that...
How 'bout a kiss, ? -- Rudy Steiner
He’s fighting the world. And now, I watch as the underdog in the middle of the circle fights on and stands and falls and returns to his haunches and feet and fights on again. He fights on, no matter h...
He was not well-educated or political, but if nothing else, he was a man who appreciated fairness. A Jew had once saved his life and he couldn’t forget that. He couldn’t join a party that antagonized...
He was a wasteland in a suit; he was bent-postured, he was broken.
He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.
God. Twice I speak it. I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. But it's not your job to understand. That's me who answers. God never says anything. You think you're the only one he never ans...
For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
For most of the journey, he made his way through the book,trying never to look up.The words lolled in his mouth as he read them.Strangely, as he turned the pages and progressed through the chapters, i...
En realidad, no importaba de qué tratara el libro, lo importante era lo que significaba.
El corazón de los humanos no es como el mío. El de los humanos es una línea, mientras que el mío es un círculo y poseo la infinita habilidad de estar en el lugar apropiado en el momento oportuno. La c...