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Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN A BOY WHO HATES YOU A boy who loves you.
Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.
“When death captures me,” the boy vowed, “he will feel my fist on his face.”
In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief’s kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.
When a person’s last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.
One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.
middle. Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.
“When they come and ask you for one of your children,” Barbara Steiner explained, to no one in particular, “you’re supposed to say yes.”
waited for the suffocation of sleep.
She heard his stomach growl—and he was giving people bread.
kills me sometimes, how people die.
She woke up several times to check that he was there, and he did not fail her.
Earlier, I’d held her papa in one arm and her mama in the other. Each soul was so soft.
She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.
FACT REGARDING MAX VANDENBURG He would search the faces on Munich Street for a book-thieving girl.
dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.
When they reached her, they pleaded. His beard stroked down his face and his mouth shivered as he said the word, the name, the girl. Liesel.
‘There was once a strange, small man,’ ” she said. Her arms were loose but her hands were fists at her side. “But there was a word shaker, too.”
‘Hair the color of lemons,’ ” Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. “You told him about me?”
he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.
does something to me, that boy.
He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
don’t you know I love you, wake up,
came and watched and you were beautiful. Goddamn it, you were so beautiful, Mama.”
make it stop
from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most.
in 1943, I was just about everywhere.
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i cant remember the last time i cried this mch
I am haunted by humans.
