Bruno: I think I can't leave it. It seems to me that I don't want to.
My mother was Eveline Hartford," said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. "So as you know, she simply adored chairs.
There's nothing more tedious than a grown man blaming his parents, birth or otherwise, for all the things that have gone wrong in his life.
The more you read, the more you write, the more the ideas will appear. They'll fall like confetti around your head and your only difficulty will be deciding which ones to catch and which to let fall...
But what about school?' said Bruno, interrupting her, a thing he knew he was not supposed to do but which he felt he would be forgiven for on this occasion. 'And what about Karl and Daniel and Martin?...
Bruno thought about this and frowned. He wasn't particularly bothered if Gretel was being sent away because she was a Hopeless Case and caused nothing but trouble for him. But it seemed a little...
Is it too much to ask for decent transportation during one's lifetime?
I've always considered myself to be the sturdy type. You know, the sort who can put up with any unpleasant situation if I have to.
Do you watch Neighbors, Cyril?" "Well, I've seen it," I admitted. "Although I wouldn't go so far as to say I watch it." "You should. It's magnificent. Shakespearean in its characterization.
With the trees the opposite happened with people: these were, the older, the smaller they seemed to become. With the trees, it worked backwards.
Do you watch Neighbors, Cyril?" "Well, I've seen it," I admitted. "Although I wouldn't go so far as to say I watch it.
But then I didn't know what I was giving up until it was already gone. No one ever does, do they?
After all, the clamour of the crowded public house is infinitely more welcoming than the stillness of the empty home.
My mother was Evelin's Hartford," said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. "So you know, she simply adored chairs.
Those people … well, they're not people at all
The only thing I'd tell Maude, if she was here, is that she runs the risk of sounding a little anti-man at times, don't you agree? All the husbands in her novels are stupid, insensitive, faithless...
Shmuel blinked and shook his head. It was quite extraordinary. 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...
But they'd never once invited any of the striped pajama people to dinner.
The novel was written by Anshel Bronstein, the boy who had lived in the flat below him as a child. Of course, he remembered, he had wanted to be a writer. It seemed that his ambition had come true.
And then the room was dark and somehow, despite the followed chaos, Bruno realized that he was still holding Shmuel's hand between his own and nothing in the world would have convinced him to release...
I'm asking you, if we're not Jews, what are we instead?' 'We're the opposite
Some things are there, taking care of their own life, waiting to be discovered. Like America. Other things is better for us to leave it alone. Like a dead rat at the bottom of the closet.
Don't make things worse, thinking it hurts more than you are really feeling.
Still, I had resolved to sit and talk with him and that is what I would do. He neither offered permission nor withheld it regarding the curtains, so I stepped over to the window and pulled them apart,...
The suggestion, however, regarding my age – that I am perhaps not quite fifty years old – would flatter me immensely. For it is many years now since I have been able to say in all honesty that I...
Every man is afraid of women as far as I can see," said Julian, displaying an understanding of the universe far beyond his years. "That's true," she said. "But only because most men are not as smart...
Fences like this exist all over the world. We hope you never have to reach such a fence.
After all, the great joy of literature, as opposed to politics or religion, is that it embraces differing opinions, it encourages debate, it allows us to have heated conversations with our closest...
because a man glances up at the sky at night does not make him an astronomer, you know.' Bruno
approached and sometimes they fell to the ground and sometimes they didn't even get up and had to be carried away instead. It's funny that I've never wondered about those people, Bruno thought. And...
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....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?