Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.
It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.
Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.
When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.
Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.
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.