Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.

It’s a small story really, about, among other things: * A girl * Some words * An accordionist * Some fanatical Germans * A Jewish fist fighter * And quite a lot of thievery

She was a girl with a mountain to climb.

The day was gray, the color of Europe.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

I read some books that were the right books for me. I read them and I didn't even notice turning the pages anymore. I thought, "That's what I want to do with my life."

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