It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.
As always, one of her books was next to her.
I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.
She couldn't help it. I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate.
The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?
You see?Even death has a heart.
The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them
Some of you are most likely thinking that white is not really a color and all of that tired sort of nonsense. Well, I'm here to tell you that it is. White is without question a color, and personally, I don't think you want to argue with me.
There were stars. They burned my eyes.
Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity.
A bathrobe answered the door. Inside it, a woman...
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
No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.
The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.
When it came down to it, one of them called the shots. The other did what he was told. The question is, what if the other is a lot more than one?
My full name's Ed Kennedy. I'm nineteen. I'm an underage cab driver. I'm typical of many of the young men you see in this suburban outpost of the city -- not a whole lot of prospects or possibility. That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.
At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?
In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions of them--until one last time, when he gathered himself to his feet...
She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.
The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.
You're a human, you should understand self-obsession.
The flyscreen door is torn at the edges. Fraying. I open it and knock on the wood. The sound rhymes with my heartbeat.
He was hanging from one of the rafters in a laundry up near Frau Diller's. Another human pendulum. Another clock, stopped.
It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.
Sometimes I imagined how everything looked above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye
They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.
He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.
A GUIDED TOUR OF SUFFERING: To your left, perhaps your right, perhaps even straight ahead, you find a small black room. In it sits a Jew. He is scum. He is starving. He is afraid. Please - try not to look away.
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