The words. Why did they have to exist? Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.

“I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. …”

“She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best frie…”

“My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.”

“All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up pred…”