Her hair was a close enough brand of German blond, but she had dangerous eyes. Dark brown.
White is without question a color, and personally, I don’t think you want to argue with me.
Sometimes you go to the wrong place, but the right way comes and finds you.
She enjoyed the small fragments of pain.
Don’t get caught.′ This from a man who’d stolen a Jew.
It kind of depressed me to think a human could be so lonely that she would comfort herself with the company of appliances that whistle, and sit alone to eat.
She could only hope they could read the depth of sorrow in her face, to recognize that it was true, and not fleeting.
It was a place nobody wanted to stay and look at, but almost everyone did. Shaped like a long, broken arm, the road contained several houses with lacerated windows and bruised walls. The Star of David was painted on their doors. Those houses were almost like lepers. At the very least, they were infected sores on the injured German terrain.
Nothing affects you, and you affect nothing.
Highlight: “Arschloch!” Papa yelped. “Liesel, give me some of that snow. A whole bucket!” For a few minutes, they all forgot. There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snatches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house.
It’s the story of one of those perpetual survivors- an expert at being left behind.
It’s also worthy of mention that every pattern has at least one small bias, and one day it will tip itself over or fall from one page to another.
She couldn’t ever see how broken he was, while the rest of us stood and watched them. She was in jeans, bare feet and T-shirt, and maybe that’s what finished us off. She looked just like a Dunbar boy. With that haircut she was one of us.
I see their ugly and their beauty, and wonder how the same thing can be both.
First and foremost, we want a good clean fight.” He adress only yhe Fuhrer now. “Unless, of course, Herr Hitler, you begin to lose. Should this occur, I will be quite willing to turn a blind eye to any unconscionable tactics you might employ to grind this piece of Jewish stench and filth into the canvas.
Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving.
It travelled and wondered, but it disclosed no answers. Not yet.
I’m compelled to continue on, because although it’s not true for every person on earth, it’s true for the vast majority – that death waits for no man – and if he does, he doesn’t usually wait very long.
Well, have you even tried again? You can’t just sit around waiting for the new world to take it with you. You have to go out and be part of it – despite your past mistakes.
When it was over, they lay on their backs; there was a window on this, the top floor of the stairwell, and grubby light, and rising-falling chests. The air was heavy. Tons of it, heaping from their lungs. Henry gulped it good and hard, but his mouth showed true heart.