When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs.