There are days when I rather detest living in the year 1867. Everything moves so quickly. Change is happening at such a pace. I preferred the way of life thirty years ago when I was a boy.
A man was standing at the end of the hallway, just outside an open door, from where a great light shone, illuminating him almost as a god.
There is cruelty in the world, Eliza, you can see that, can't you? It surrounds us. It breathes on us. We spend our life trying to escape it.
and been committed to a home for the bewildered
All this, of course, happened a long time ago, and could never happen again. Today, no.
It was important to look confident, he realized that very early on. After all, there was a terrible tendency among adults to look at children travelling alone as if they were planning a crime of some...
Should women read, Miss Caine? There's a question for you. Does it excite them too much?
I blame Charles Dickens for the death of my father'.
But here's what you have to remember: There are no homosexuals in Ireland. You might have got it into your head that you are one but you're just wrong, it's as simple as that. You're wrong.
monogamy is simply not the natural state for man, and when I say man I mean man or woman. It just doesn't make sense to manacle yourself sexually to the same person for fifty or sixty years when your...
My six uncles, their dark hair glistening with rose-scented lacquer, sat next to her in ascending order of age and stupidity. >>In her absence they would say that she had always been a floozy and this...
My twin contradictory places of idleness: the public bar and the chapel. One so social and teeming with life, the other quiet and warning of death.
Bruno feel very uncomfortable because, in his heart, he knew that there was no reason to be impolite to someone, even if they did work for you. There was such a thing as manners after all.
The same thing that's happened
We don't have the luxury of thinking,' said Mother
We're none of us normal. Not in this fucking country.
Wiping? "Asked Bruno," What is an outdoor wiping?
there was something about the new house that made Bruno think that no one ever laughed there; that there was nothing to laugh at and nothing to be happy about.
You are my best friend, Shmuel. My best friend for life.
The boy just looked at the floor, giving the impression that he tried to convince his soul to dwell the small body and flee through the window and fly very loudly to the sky, going as far as possible.
And only at that moment, with the day almost at the end, we finally started talking. It was as if we were secret agents, but we had tired of everything and decided simply to abandon the disguise....
November 15, 2014 "BRUNO FROVNED and Consided IT....
Fences such as the one at the heart of The Boy in the Striped Pajamas still exist; it is unlikely that they will ever fully disappear. But whatever reaction you have to this story, I hope that the...
the past is the past. Here we have a fresh beginning, but let that beginning start tomorrow.
And that's the end of the story about Bruno and his family. Of course all this happened a long time ago and nothing like that could ever happen again. Not in this day and age.
it struck me as extraordinary that the leaders of each of these countries bore such an intimate familial relationship to each other. It was as if the entire matter was nothing more than a childish...
But for all that we had, for all the luxury to which we were accustomed, we were both denied love, and this deficiency would be scorched into our futures lives like an ill-considered tattoo inscribed...
Why do they hate us so much anyway?' I asked after a lengthy pause. 'If they're not queer themselves, then what does it matter to them if someone else is?' 'I remember a friend of mine once telling me...
Every girl likes a man in uniform," said Ernst. "Every girl, perhaps," remarked Beatrix. "But not every uniform." "You know why people wear uniforms, don't you, Pierrot?" continued the chauffeur. The...
However, as the consequences of Black Thursday began to settle in investors' minds, most people attempted to recover their losses and the dramatic selling began again. On Tuesday 29 October, the day...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...