She kept watching the words.
What do you want to kiss me for? I’m filthy.‘- Liesel So am I.’- Rudy.
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 cringe to kiss.
She gave ‘The Dream Carrier’ to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
Of course you’re real-like any thought or any story. It’s real when you’re in it.
A small but noteworthy note. I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
Competence was attractive.
The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?
She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.
I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I carry them away.- spoken by death.
At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?
A book floated down the Amper River. A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held it in his right hand. He grinned. He stood waist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water. “How about a kiss, Saumensch?” he said.
In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer – proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
When a person’s last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.
I s’pose, I can’t have it all my own way, can I? You can’t drown in a person unless they let you.
If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.
Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
It’s about glowing lights and small things that are big.
I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.
Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?