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When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.
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It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.
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e34763c
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Entonces, ?se es cobarde por sentir miedo? ?Se es cobarde por alegrarse de seguir vivo?
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e5b5505
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The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.
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paper
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c130142
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The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered "Shhh, I'm here, its alright." After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness."
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As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them . . . Some looked appealingly at those who had come to observe their humiliation, this prelude to their deaths. Others pleaded for someone, anyone to step forward and catch them in their arms. No one did.
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We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.
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A GUIDED TOUR OF SUFFERING: To your left, perhaps your right, perhaps even straight ahead, you find a small black room. In it sits a Jew. He is scum. He is starving. He is afraid. Please - try not to look away.
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suffering
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He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
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1ef7cb3
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Sitting on the ground, she looked up at her best friend. "Danke," she said. "Thank you." Rudy bowed. "My pleasure." He tried for a little more. "No point asking if I get a kiss for that, I guess?" "For bringing my shoes, which left behind?" "Fair enough." He held up his hands and continued speaking as they walked on, and Liesel made a concerted effort to ignore him. She only heard the last part. "Probably wouldn't want to kiss you anyw..
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243873e
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By the way--I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.
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page-75
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He'd told them what Saturday night meant. The mattress, the plastic sheet. He told them of Matador in the fifth. He said he loved her from the very first time she'd talked to him, and it was his fault, it was all his fault. Clay melted, but didn't break, because he deserved no tears or sympathy. 'The night before she fell,' he said, 'we met there, we were naked there, and -' He stopped because Catherine Novac - in a shift of gingerblondness..
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And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the s..
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memories
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7554e9e
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We skip the moments like stones.
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be705fb
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You hungry?' Rudy asked. Liesel replied, 'Starving.' For a book.
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d17e72c
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Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destruccion a pequena escala. Castillos de arena, castillos de naipes, por ahi empiezan. Su gran don es la capacidad de superacion.
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They fought like champions. For a minute. Just when it was getting interesting, both boys were hauled away their collars. A watchful parent.
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509dc86
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His hair is like feathers.
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Markus Zusak |
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44e3ff3
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You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.
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man
guy
stubborn
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He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.
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snowman
paradox
sad
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b163fca
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Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will.
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time
tell
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a4024c5
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To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: "Get it done, get it done." So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more."
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Within minutes, mounds of concrete and earth were stacked and piled. The streets were ruptured veins. Blood streamed till it was dried on the road, and the bodies were stuck there, like driftwood after the flood.
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61f4763
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The pain of WATCHING them! What about their pain?
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d1a0efb
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And please," Ilsa Hermann advised her, "don't punish yourself, like you said you would. Don't be like me, Liesel."
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f1184bb
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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.
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liesel-meminger
rudy-steiner
markus-zusak
the-book-thief
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Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.
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Quite frankly, so am I, because what I'm about to tell you is a fact. In this country, there is only one thing that can draw a crown without any shadow of a doubt. The answer? Beer. Free beer.
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I did it because you are the epitome of ordinariness.
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The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.
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dark
expose
ripped-off
sores
lights
building
skin
city
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She laughed and he felt her breath, and he thought about that warmness, how people were warm like that, from inside to out; how it could hit you and disappear, then back again, and nothing was ever permanent--
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life
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His eyes did not do anything that shock normally describes. No snapping, no slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.
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b5906f6
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Can a wolfe be beautiful?
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You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. "How, though?" Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. "Memorize it. Then write it down for him."
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writing
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For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this: She became thirteen years of age. Her chest was still flat. She had not yet bled. The young man from her basement was now in her bed. ***Q&A*** How did Max Vandenburg end up in liesel's bed? He fell.
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fell
max-vandenburg
liesel-meminger
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330fa8a
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From a Himmel Street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.
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eb5f854
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I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.
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my-own-way
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Markus Zusak |
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a2e1562
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You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.
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Markus Zusak |
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fd26bc1
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No podia hacer nada contra la atraccion que ejercian los libros sobre ella.
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Markus Zusak |
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64b428a
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For two days I went about my business. I travelled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
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Markus Zusak |
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23ceab3
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Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death
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a27b512
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When she faced the noise, she found the mayor's wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.
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At this point, I couldn't help it. I walked around to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most. Her expression stroked the man on his face. It followed one of the lines down his cheek. He had sat in the washroom with her and taught her how to roll a cigarette. He gave bread to a dead man on Munich Street and told the girl to keep reading in the bomb shelter. Perhaps if..
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d9ab8ca
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El era el chalado que se habia pintado de negro y habia desafiado al mundo. Ella la ladrona de libros, sin palabras.
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