It was then that he also took the opportunity to say he was sorry that the Hubermann's son had not come home, In response, Papa told him that such things were out of their control. After all, he said,...
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. Papa
It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words.You bastards, she thought.You lovely bastards.Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let...
In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for he...
In the tree shadows, Liesel watched the boy. How things had changed, from fruit stealer to bread giver. His blond hair, although darkening, was like a candle. She heard his stomach growl - and he was...
In the shell-shocked kitchen, somewhere near the stove, there's an image of a lonely, overworked typewriter. It sits in a distant, near-empty room. Its keys are faded and a blank sheet waits patiently...
In bed, she read with Papa, who could tell something was wrong. It was the first time in a month that he’d come in and sat with her, and she was comforted, if only slightly. Somehow, Hans Hubermann al...
Ilsa Hermann was dying now herself—to get rid of her. Liesel could see it somewhere in the way she hugged the robe a little tighter. The clumsiness of sorrow still kept her at close proximity, but cle...
If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.And that's when I realize: I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the mess...
Ich... Er kämpfte mit der Antwort. Als alles still war, bin ich hinaufgegangen, und im Flur habe ich gesehen, dass der Vorhang im Wohnzimmer einen Spalt offen stand... ich konnte nach draußen sehen. I...
I would have not taken it badly. After reading ‘The Book Thief’, I discovered that she called everyone that ‘Saukerl’, ‘Saumensen’. Especially the people she loved
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 want to talk to him.I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.Nothing, however, exits my mouth. How well do we really let ourselves know each other?There's a long qu...
I think only one thing.Where 's Octavia? As I get closer to the bottom, I notice that it's water that I'm falling into. It's salty-green and smooth, until...I'm driven through the surface and go deepe...
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate. The thought of missing it was eased when she
I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner.Because the world does not deserve them.
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 about a kiss, ?He stood waist-deep in the water for a few moments longer before climbing out and handing her the book. His pants clung to him, and he did not stop walking. In truth, I think he was...
He talked to people and fooled them into liking him, trusting him. He talked to them while he was killing them, torturing and turning the knife. It was only when there was no one to talk to that he wh...
He seemed to resonate with a kind of confidence that life was still nothing but a joke - an endless succession of soccer goals, trickery, and a constant repertoire of meaningless chatter.