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Stealing is what the army does. Taking your father, and mine.
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Mama's] voice was surprisingly calm and caring. As you can imagine, this worried the girl a great deal. She'd have preferred to hear them arguing. Whispering adults hardly inspired confidence.
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Creo que a los humanos les gusta contemplar la destruccion a pequena escala.
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Max, Hans, and Rosa I cannot account for, but I know that Liesel Meminger was thinking that if the bombs ever landed on Himmel Street, not only did Max have less chance of survival than everyone else, but he would die completely alone.
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That aside, I read more books than I should, and I'm decidedly crap at sex and doing my taxes. Nice to meet you.)
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the dark, the light. What's the difference
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In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. 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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I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, house of cards, that's where they begin.
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As the density subsided, the rollcall of names limped through the ruptured streets, sometimes ending with an ash-filled embrace, or a knelt-down howl of grief. They accumulated, hour by hour, like sweet and sour dreams waiting to happen. The dangers merged into one. Powder and smoke and the gusty flames. The damaged people. Like the rest of the men in the unit, Hans would need to perfect the art of forgetting.
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In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer--proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
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The last thing I wanted was to look down at the stranded face of my teenager. A pretty girl. Her whole death was now ahead of her.
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As she rode, she tried to tell herself something. / You don't deserve to be this happy, Liesl. You really don't. / Can a person steal happiness? Or is it just another internal, infernal human trick?
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hope
life
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As for me, I remained a few moments longer. I waved. No one waved back.
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How do you give someone a piece of sky?
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they were able to see the pink bars of light on the snowy banks of Himmel Street's rooftops. "Look at the colors," Papa said. It's hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them."
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He's fighting the world." And now, I watch as the underdog in the middle of the circle fights on and stands and falls and returns to his haunches and feet and fights on again. He fights on, no matter how hard he hits the ground. He gets up. Some people cheer him. Others laugh now and rubbish him. Feeling comes out of me. I watch. My eyes swell, and burn. "Can he win?" I ask it, and now, I too cannot take my eyes off the boy in the circle."
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She had her whole death ahead of her
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thief
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Around six-thirty, Rory was across the street, leaning against a telegraph pole, smiling just for laughs; the world was filthy, and so was he. After a short search, he pulled a long strand of girls' hair from his mouth. Whoever she was, she was out there somewhere, she lay open-legged in Rory's head. A girl we'll never know, or see.
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Se puede robar la felicidad? ?O es solo otro infernal truco humano?
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Achilles.
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I walk out into the foyer. It's caked in sunshine.
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There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.
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But now those thoughts weren't thoughts at all, they were clouds of landed punches, and every one fell true.
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I notice a deliberate change in my brother. He's harder. He has a switch, and once a fight comes near, he flicks it and he is no longer my brother Rube. He's a machine.
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Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words.
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liesel-meminger
markus-zusak
the-book-thief
germany
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The world did not deserve such a river.
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I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.
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Andi zam'lcha. Ustata mu se zatvori kato zatr'shnata vrata.
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Nu mai erau oameni pe strada. Erau zvonuri care carau genti.
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Un pequeno detalle: Moriras"." --
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She was suddenly aware of how empty her feet felt inside her shoes.
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Mama's eyes were like pale blue cutouts, pasted to her face.
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caughtoutedness.
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It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. Usually,
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No one's urine smells as good as your own. The
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Say a prayer at the stones of home
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How well do we really let ourselves know each other?
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I laugh and the stars watch.
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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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Rosa was sitting with the accordion, praying. 'Make them come back alive,' she repeated. 'Please, Lord, please. All of them.' Even the wrinkles around her eyes were joining hands.
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A thirteen year olds heart shouldn't feel like this.
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A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.
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A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
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Believe it or not - it takes a lot of love to hate you.
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