There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully, onto the road. Clouds arched their backs to lok behind as they started again to move on. 'It's such a beautiful day,' he said, a...
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. Still, they have one thing I envy. Hu...
Many jocular comments followed, as did another onslaught of heil Hitlering. 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 nee...
Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one that people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving. Remember that she was the woman with the instr...
At first, all is black and white.Black on white.That's where I'm walking, through pages.These pages.Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they spe...
As I make my way through, I feel okayness reaching through me.The funny thing is that okayness is not a real word. It's not in the dictionary.But it's in me.
You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.
Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will.
That paper--it sits there, open at the employment section. It sits there like a war, and each small advertisement is another trench for a person to dive into. To hope and fight in.
Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.
It's pathetic how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great-Hans Junior
To swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.
You hungry?' Rudy asked. Liesel replied, 'Starving.' For a book.
Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.
The suffering faces of depleted men and women reached across to them, pleading not so much for help – they were beyond that – but for an explanation. Just something to subdue this confusion.
The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.
Milk,
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Papa's hands tightened on the splintery wood. I'm an idiot.No, Papa.You're just a man.
I see their ugly and their beauty, and wonder how the same thing can be both.