Even death has a heart.

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

The happening that happened was that I met this girl.

You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead.

The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that’s never a good sign.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

Finally, in October 1945, a man with swampy eyes, feathers of hair, and a clean-shaven face walked into the shop. He approached the counter. "Is there someone here by the name of Leisel Meminger?" "Yes, she's in the back," said Alex. He was hopeful, but he wanted to be sure. "May I ask who is calling on her?" Leisel came out. They hugged and cried and fell to the floor.