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She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.
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You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don't want to hope for anything anymore. I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner. Because the world does not deserve them.
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75ac573
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El corazon de los humanos no es como el mio. El de los humanos es una linea, mientras que el mio es un circulo y poseo la infinita habilidad de estar en el lugar apropiado en el momento oportuno. La consecuencia es que siempre encuentro humanos en su mejor y en su peor momento. Veo su fealdad y su belleza y me pregunto como ambas pueden ser lo mismo. Sin embargo, tienen algo que les envidio: al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de mor..
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c0da181
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The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.
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sky
city
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7effbcd
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Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.
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49944fc
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A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.
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winner
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a636b72
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She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers. Her hands were trembling, her lips were fleshy, and she leaned in once more, this time losi..
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7a33913
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Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
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heart
footsteps
heavy
disbelief
wild
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7d4bf36
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People have defining moments, i suppose, especially when they're children.
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896ab76
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The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.
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eefa501
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Death's Diary: 1942 - It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to just name a few. Forget the scythe, God damn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a holiday. (...) They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. 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 ..
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e35d410
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It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.
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person
idiot
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f088e65
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I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.
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life
hunt
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b7ab499
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CHRISTMAS GREETINGS FROM*** MAX VANDENBURG Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.
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e773886
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Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
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a907d76
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The nightmares arrived like they always did, much like the best player in the opposition when you've heard rumors that he might be injured or sick-but there he is, warming up with the rest of them, ready to take the field.
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775b65d
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Quise decirle muchas cosas a la ladrona de libros, sobre la belleza y la crueldad, pero ?que podia contarle sobre todo eso que ella no supiera? Quise explicarle que no dejo de sobreestimar e infravalorar a la raza humana, que pocas veces me limito unicamente a valoraria. Quise preguntarle como un mismo hecho puede ser esplendido y terrible a la vez, y una misma palabra, dura y sublime. Sin embargo, no abri la boca. Solo consegui hablar para..
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5ebca5a
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Warily, she dares to allow me a smile. "It's okay. It's just...I'm not too good at talking to people." She looks away again as her shyness smothers her. "So, do you think it'd be all right if we don't talk?"
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60d796b
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Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.
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ae64b26
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It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it.
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06276e8
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Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.
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robs
tv
read
patience
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d06d462
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Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.
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3dc1cd6
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God. Twice I speak it. I say His name in a futile attempt to understand. "But it's not your job to understand." That's me who answers. God never says anything. You think you're the only one he never answers? "Your job is to..." And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me."
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0935437
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Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - 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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death
stress
perception
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8e60852
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Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.
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e61cd45
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because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it. It's the ones in between that test you. They're the ones that bring questions with them.
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worth-nothing
test
questions
win
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4a097e5
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Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
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e93851c
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Her face was severe but smiling. "What the hell did you do with my hairbrush, you stupid Saumensch, you little thief?...The tirade went on for perhaps another minute, with Liesel making a desperate suggestion or two about the possible location of the said brush. It ended abruptly, with Rosa pulling Liesel close, just for a few seconds. Her whisper was almost impossible to hear, even at such close proximity. "You told me to yell at you. You ..
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f69b5ef
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Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.
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Markus Zusak |
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96e0ff7
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There are hundreds of thoughts per every word spoken, and that's if they're spoken at all.
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5b4c1da
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Those images were the world, and it stewed in her as she sat with the lovely books and their manicured titles. It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don't make me happy. Please, don't fill me up and let me think something good can come from any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do..
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depressed
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d4e2fae
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The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.
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d199743
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Of course I told him about you," Liesel said. She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it"
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b0388b8
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An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis.
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7826ee2
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an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.
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I think of how she lives alone, just like me, and how she never had any real family, and how she only has sex with people. She never lets any love get in the way. I think she had a family once, but it was one of those beat-the-crap-out-of-each-other situations. There's no shortage of them around here. I think she loved them, and all they ever did was hurt her.
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1c531d2
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I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.
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truth
wondering
who-i-was
wishing
sky
city
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e0a190d
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The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?
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words
pages
touch
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e6dc365
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I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to lose it, Cam. I'm tryin' to find it.
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trying-to-find-it
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ed37d35
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Habia una vez un hombre bajito y extrano que decidio tres cosas importantes acerca de su vida: 1. Que se haria la raya del pelo en el lado contrario a todos los demas. 2. Que se dejaria un pequeno y extrano bigote. 3. Que un dia dominaria el mundo.
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spanish
la-ladrona-de-libros
the-book-thief
hitler
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d01f73a
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I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it.
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life
intersect
secrets
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ba59a37
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I just know that right now, we want to be proud. For once. We want to take the struggle and rise above it. We want to frame it, live it, survive it. We want to put it in our mouths and taste it and never forget it, because it makes us strong.
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markus-zusak
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Markus Zusak |
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8d6cc05
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We are wolves, which are wild dogs, and this is our place in the city. We are small and our house is small on our small urban street. We can see the city and the train line and it's beautiful in its own dangerous way. Dangerous because it's shared and taken and fought for. That's the best way I can put it, and thinking about it, when I walk past the tiny houses on our street, I wonder about the stories inside them. I wonder hard, because ho..
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windows
houses
small
wolves
dangerous
stories
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a509243
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When life robs you, sometimes, you have to rob it back.
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