She soon says, “You’re my best friend, Ed.”
“I know.”
You can kill a man with those words.
How’s yours?” inquires Marv soon after. “Or more to the point, what is it?”
“Eggs and cheese and something.”
“Do you even like eggs?”
“No.”
“Then why’d you get it?”
“Well, it didn’t look like eggs when it was on that other guy’s plate.”
“Fair enough. You want some of mine?
Mots clés lol
Outside, the world whistled. The rain was stained.
Markus ZusakMots clés imagery
He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection.
Markus ZusakMots clés pain
Living was living. The price was guilt and shame.
Markus ZusakNow he turned on to the side street, making his way to number thirty-three, resisting the urge to smile, resisting the urge to sob or even imagine the safety that might be awaiting him. He reminded himself that this was no time for hope.
Markus ZusakIs it from your cheek that I took the seed?
Markus ZusakThe juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages.
Markus ZusakWhen I found it amongst the book thief's words, I realised that we passed each other once in a while during that period, though neither of us scheduled a meeting. Personally, I had a lot of work to do. As for Hans, I think he was doing his best to avoid me.
Markus ZusakAnd I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me. When I start thinking like that, I become so exhausted, and I don't have the luxury of indulging fatigue.
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