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.
I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.
The bombs were coming-and so was I.