The notion that he had a life outside our life, outside our friendship, was deeply hurtful to me.

If it wasn't for the fact that Bruno was nowhere near as skinny as the boys on his side of the fence, and not quite so pale either, it would have been difficult to tell them apart. It was almost...

It occurs to me that, even if Zoya and I are still alive, my life has already concluded. It will soon lose it and there will be no reason to continue without it. You will see, we are one person. We...

A home is not a building or a street or a city or something so artificial as bricks and mortar. A home is where one's family is...

You're a bit of an oddball, Jonathan,' I said. 'Has anyone ever told you that?''Nineteen people this year alone,' he said. 'And it's only May.

Collars, trench coats or jackboots – uniforms allow us to exercise our cruelty without ever feeling guilt.

I like 'fresh fruit flan', said the donkey. Three excellent words. I don't have one, said Noah immediately before the question could even be asked, and the donkey opened his eyes wide in suprise, and...

Just because someone looks sky at night, doesn`t mean it is astronaut.

There's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them. John Boyne April 28, 1789: The real-life mutiny that...

Do you think . . . ?'I do sometimes, my boy,'admitted the old man. 'When I can't avoid it.

In that direction only pain lies.

Bruno had a pain in his stomach and he could feel something growing inside him, something that when it worked its way up from the lowest depths inside him to the outside world would either make him...

When he closed his eyes, everything around him just felt empty and cold, as if he was in the loneliest place in the world. The middle of nowhere.

What exactly was the difference? he wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pyjamas and which people wore the uniforms?

What you know about women," replied Maude, "could be written in large font on the back of a postage stamp and there'd still be room for the Lord's Prayer. For all your

Answer me!'Shouted Lieutenant Kotler. 'Did you steal something from that fridge?' 'No, sir. He gave it to me,'said Shmuel, tears welling up in his eyes as he throw a sideways glance at Bruno. 'He's my...

You were never a real Avery, he hissed. You know that, don't you?I do, I said.But Christ on a bike, you came close. You came damned close.

I had never considered myself to be a dishonest person, hating the idea that I was capable of such mendacity and deceit, but the more I examined the architecture of my life, the more I realized how...

How can something still feel so painful after twenty-eight years, I asked myself. Is there no recovery from the traumas of our youth?

Father laughed, which upset Bruno even more; there was nothing that made him more angry than when a grown-up laughed at him for not knowing something, especially when he was trying to find out the...

Other things are probably better off left alone. Like a dead mouse at the back of a cupboard.

He had never felt so ashamed in his life; he had never imagined that he could behave so cruelly. He wondered how a boy who thought he was a good person really could act in such a cowardly way towards...

It's the countryside. Perhaps this is our holiday home.

And shortly after that the blob became a figure. And then, as Bruno got even closer, he saw that the thing was neither a dot nor a speck nor a blob nor a figure, but a person.

I think this was a bad idea,' he repeated. 'I think the best thing to do would be to forget all about this and just go back home. We can chalk it up to experience

When I make mistakes I get punished,' insisted Bruno, irritated by the fact that the rules that always applied to children never seemed to apply to grown-ups at all {despite the fact that they were...

Of course all this happened a long time ago. And nothing like that could happen again, not in this day and age.

The first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. This was nothing like the kind of quiet he heard when he woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream. When that happened, there were always...

The last image I had of her was her sitting on the platform at Thorpe as a group of people stared at this distressed, weeping woman, and then her charging towards the glass of my window seat as the...

the descent was going to be more difficult than the ascent.