That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.
Markus ZusakVery suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.
Markus ZusakSummer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
Markus ZusakA halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)
Markus Zusak