Can a wolfe be beautiful?

Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.

They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

Rudy handed it back. "Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially." "Why me?" "You know- your mama." "What about her?" Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.

When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.