Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.
She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany
Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death
Clearly, I see it. I was just about to leave when I found her kneeling there. A mountain range of rubble was written, designed, erected around her. She was clucthing at a book.