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 โ that I am perhaps not quite fifty years old โ 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...
retractable roof, a pair of black, white and red
Bruno. 'In Berlin we had a big house with five floors if you counted the
Sure the priests ran the country back then and they hated women. Oh my God, they hated women and anything that had to do with women and anything to do with women's bodies or ideas or desires, and any...
He made him understand that it was possible for time to continue his course, but that the ideas of some people would be enquista forever.
"Shmuel," he said, running towards him and sitting. I almost cried with relief and repentance.-I'm very sorry, Shmuel. I don't know why I did it. Say you forgive me....
the ground for I know not how long. Of course
Why would father want to work with all those neighbors in such a nasty place? It makes no sense.
For the banister in this house stretched from the very top floor โ just outside the
It's not so long ago that men of your ilk believed in witches and superstition," I pointed out. "Medieval times," he said, waving a hand in the air to dismiss the notion. "This is 1867. The Church has...
Anyway, I was thirteen years old and thought it was time to follow my own time. {Nine}
decided it was time for the children to return to their studies, and although it seemed ridiculous to Bruno that school should take place when there were only two students to teach, both Mother and...
Grunt,' grunted Kotler.
death was a natural phenomenon, albeit a sorrowful one for those left behind, but one that every man and woman must accept as the price we pay for life.
leaving me an orphan like those characters I had spoken of the night before, if one can truly be called an orphan at twenty-one years of age.
The thing about exploring is that you have to know whether the thing you've found is worth finding. Some things are just sitting there, minding their own business, waiting to be discovered. Like...
"In bad weather, good face."
14 ืื ืืืืืจ 2014 "Well, I don't like the way we have to turn all the lights off at night now,' he admitted....
Well, I'm not advocating it," I said. "I just mean that before we learn to feel afraid of things, our bodies know how to do them anyway. It's one of the more disappointing aspects of growing older. We...
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?