In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.

The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.

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 days and nights come apart. I feel them corroding at the seams.

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.