I called back, but not loud enough, probably. I don’t like making noise in public
It’s much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This
If someone wanted to be a runner, you don’t tell them to think about running, you tell them to run. And the same simple idea applies to writing, I hope.
A small fact:
You are going to die….does this worry you?
how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
You don’t shoot a dog when it is already dead.
In all honesty (and I know I’m complaining excessively now), I was still getting over Stalin, in Russia. The so-called second revolution-the murder of his own people.
Then came Hitler.
They say that war is death’s best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thing, incessantly: “Get it done, get it done.
Apesadumbrada, se dio cuenta de que los relojes no suenan a nada que se parezca siquiera a un tictac, sino al ruido que hace un martillo, arriba y abajo, golpeando una y otra vez contra el suelo. El sonido de una sepultura.
When death captures me,
For most of the journey, he made his way through the book,trying never to look up.
The words lolled in his mouth as he read them.
Strangely, as he turned the pages and progressed through the chapters, it was only two words he ever tasted.
“Mein Kampf.” My struggle-
The title, over and over again, as the train prattled on, from one German town to the next.
Of all the things to save him.