Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
It’s a small story really, about, among other things: * A girl * Some words * An accordionist * Some fanatical Germans * A Jewish fist fighter * And quite a lot of thievery
She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.
Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.
The nightmares arrived like they always did, much like the best player in the opposition when you've heard rumors that he might be injured or sick-but there he is, warming up with the rest of them, ready to take the field.