How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.
Markus ZusakWhen her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again.
Markus ZusakIt was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them
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