I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death

He was waving. "Saukerl," she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy