It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you like.

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)

Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.