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I've wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through the city and wonder where they've been, and what the moments of their lives have done to them. If they're anything like me, their moments have held them up and shot them down. Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more. That's when the s..
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wonder
fighters
written
underdogs
real-world
streets
hunger
desire
stories
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Rudy handed it back. "Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially." "Why me?" "You know- your mama." "What about her?" Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty."
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She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
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Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.
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You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.
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Steadily, the room shrank, till the book thief could touch the shelves within a few small steps. She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal cord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet. She used both hands. She raced them. One shelf against the other. And she laughed. Her voice was sprawled out, high in her throat, and when she e..
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library
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He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.
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Even enemies were an inch away from friendship.
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An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.
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stupidity
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Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.
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The conversation of bullets.
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I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
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I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.
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people
smiled
stare
pathetic
oblivious
window
smile
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I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I've survived everything I've had to so far. I'm still standing here.
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Only hearts... They're in the inside of the inside of me.
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She gave her a reason to write her own words, to see that words had also brought her to life. "Don't punish yourself," she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing."
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He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do--the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places. This one was sent out by the breath of an accordion,..
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Todo el mundo sabe que una bola de nieve en la cara es el comienzo perfecto de una amistad duradera.
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Rudy Steiner temia el beso de la ladrona de libros. Debia de haberlo deseado con todas sus fuerzas. Debio de haberla querido con todo su corazon. Tanto, que nunca mas volveria a pedirselo y se iria a la tumba sin el.
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Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.
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It's much easier . . . to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.
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insight
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At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of.
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words
pages
speak
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All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those ten, six were stolen, one showed up at the kitchen table, two were made for her by a hidden Jew, and one was delivered by a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon.
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books
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I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
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Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness.
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trust
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There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes.
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Es el tipo de cosas que nunca sabre o llegare a comprender: de que son capaces los humanos.
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When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but it's the three in which I saw her in the flesh that resonate the most. Sometimes I manage to float far above those three moments. I hang suspended, until a septic truth bleeds toward clarity. That's when I see them formulate: THE COLORS RED: [rectangle] WHITE: [circle] BLACK: [swastika] They fall on top of each other. The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto..
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The days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.
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HERE IS A SMALL FACT *** You are going to die. I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
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The thrill of being ignored!
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The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the relative you cringe to kiss.
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I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.
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When the job's done, he smacks me on the shoulder and we run off like handsome thieves. We both laugh and run, and the moment is so thick around me that I feel like dropping into it to let it carry me. I love the laughter of this night. Our footsteps run, and I don't want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid my awkward moment when the realness of reality sticks its fork into our flesh, leaving us ..
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One wild card was yet to be played.
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I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.
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want
woman
what-i-want
feeling
intensity
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If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.
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It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them
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The silence was always the greates temptation.
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That's when I have to ask him. "Can you really talk like that? Being holy and all?" "What? Because I'm a priest?" He finishes the dregs of his coffee. "Sure. God knows what's important."
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cussing
holy
holiness
language
priest
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Now more than ever, 33 Himmel Street was a place of silence, and it did not go unnoticed that the Duden Dictionary was completely and utterly mistaken, especially with its related words. Silence was not quiet or calm, and it was not peace.
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It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.
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Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.
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perfect
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A KEY WORD*** Imagined
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imagine
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