Life had altered in the wildest possible way, but it was imperative that they act as if nothing at all had happened. Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew.
His eyes were the color of agony...
She saw it all so clearly. Her starving mother, her missing father. Kommunisten. Her dead brother.
The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying? Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see – the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on.
A single word leaned against the girl.
Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.
On her birthday, it was she who gave a gift – to me. It makes me understand that the best standover man I’ve ever known is not a man at all...
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 upright in the assumed position. It wavers slightly in the breeze from the window. Coffee break is nearly over. A pile of paper, the height of a human stands casually by the door. It could easily be smoking.
You’re an idiot-but you’re our kind of idiot. Come on.
Words are life, Liesel.
A woman of wire had laid herself down, her scream traveling the street, till it fell sideways like a rolling coin starved of momentum.
How do you give someone a piece of sky? Memorize it. Then write it down for him.
I’m still standing here. Okay, it’s a crummy front porch I stand on, cracked to shithouse, and who am I to say that the world isn’t the same?
Hans Hubermann held his hand out and presented a piece of bread, like magic.
Chapter One: It was quite fitting that the entire town was sleeping when the dream carrier was born...
If nothing else, the old man would die like a human. Or at least with the thought that he was a human.
If I die anytime soon, you make sure they bury me right.
Papa. She Would not, and could not, look at Papa. Not yet. Not now.
Don’t go, papa. Please. Her spoon-holding hand is shaking. First we lost Max. I can’t lose you now, too.
It’s funny how there are things in this world that do nothing but annoy you, but you know you’d miss them when they’re gone.