He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

Can a wolfe be beautiful?

I like to tell students, 'I didn't burst on to the literary scene.' I'm never good at things at the beginning. I was terrible at the start. I need to work and work.

July 24, 6:03 A.M. The laundry was warm and the rafters were firm, and Michael Holzapfel jumped from the chair as if it were a cliff... Michael Holzapfel knew what he was doing. He killed himself for wanting to live.

You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.

20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold.

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.