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Is this yours?' 'Yes, Papa.' 'Do you want to read it?' Again, 'Yes, Papa.' A tired smile. Metallic eyes, melting. 'Well we'd better read it then.
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That's the sort of thing I'll never know, or comprehend __ what humans are capable of.
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7acf9ed
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That makes two weeks. Two weeks to change the world, and fourteen days to ruin it.
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Many jocular comments followed, as did another onslaught of "heil Hitlering." You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wrist with all of that. You'd only need to be facing the wrong way at the wrong time or stand marginally too close to another person. Perhaps people did get injured. Personally, I can only tell you that no one died from it, or at least, not physically. There was, of course, the m..
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holocaust
injury-causers
metaphoric
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THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN A BOY WHO HATES YOU A boy who loves you.
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Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.
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Insane or not, Rudy was always destined to be Liesel's best friend. A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
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friendship
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I am haunted by human
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death
liesel-meminger
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b0f6689
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You are the epitome of normal.
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The suffering faces of depleted men and women reached across to them, pleading not so much for help-they were beyond that-but for an explanation. Just something to subdue this confusion.
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nazis
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1f38c5b
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We might be criminals, but we're not totally immoral
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immoral
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One sat painfully now, among the falling chunks of rain, and the other stood next to her, waiting. "Why did he have to die?" she asked, but still, Rudy did nothing; he said nothing. When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you like."
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So many humans. So many colors. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps, all mounted on top of each other. There is air like plastic, a horizon like setting glue. There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking, and there are soft, coal-colored clouds, beating like black hearts. And then. There is death.
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5ff5e91
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moon was sewn into the sky that night. Clouds were stitched around it.
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bde9d2f
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They were virtuosos of alliteration and didn't know it.
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When you wait you start feeling deserved.
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d55327b
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A small, sad hope No one wanted to bomb Himmel Street. No one would bomb a place named after heaven, would they? Would they?
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One thing I've noticed about the Germans: They seem very fond of pigs.
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sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are. Moments of weakness, of strength. Moments of rescue, of everything.
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81f1c4f
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We all have our duties here. We all suffer. We all endure our setbacks for the greater good of mankind.
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I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They're running at me.
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Again, Himmel Street was a trail of people, and again, Papa left his accordion. Rosa reminded him to take it, but he refused. 'I didn't take it last time,' he explained, 'and we lived.' War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition.
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The town itself was a hard, distant storyland; you could see it from afar. There was all the straw-like landscape, and marathons of sky. Around it, a wilderness of low scrub and gum trees stood close by, and it was true, it was so damn true: the people sloped and slouched.
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Each boy stood, slouched yet stiff, hands in pockets. If the dog had pockets, she'd have had her paws in them, too, for sure.
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He was built like a very small supermarket: Compact; expensive if you crossed him.
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Sometimes, I imagined how everything appeared above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye.
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When death has a story to tell, you listen.
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Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
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Walter Kugler was on the ground, his blond hair peppered with dirt.
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No quiere amarme pero tampoco quiere perderme.
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She often wished she was pale enough to disappear altogether.
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You bastards, she said. You lovely bastards.
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176ceaf
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La alegria le mostraria el camino al sufrimiento.
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Here is a small fact: You are going to die
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A SMALL ANNOUNCEMENT *** ***ABOUT RUDY STEINER*** He didn't deserve to die the way he did.
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germany
liesel-meminger
markus-zusak
the-book-thief
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Crossword?" he would ask."
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She was lost in pine and mountainside, her knuckles bony white.
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If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story. I'll show you something.
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White is without question a color, and personally, I don't think you want to argue with me.
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First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.
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There's a multitude of stories (...) that I allow to distract me as I work, just as the colours do. I pick them up in the unluckiest, unlikliest places and I make sure to remember them as I go about my work. The Book Thief is one such story.
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The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help.
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poor-people
poverty
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People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment.
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Her hair was a close enough brand of German blond, but she had dangerous eyes. Dark brown.
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