I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.

In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions of them - until one last time, when he gathered himself to his feet.

Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.

An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you." -Liesel