His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?

If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

...they watched the humans disappear. They watched them dissolve, like moving tablets in the humid air.

She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. Then a chapter. Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better. What good were the words? She said it audibly now, to the orange-lit room. "What good are the words?

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

Can a wolfe be beautiful?