
Saved by Jiachen Jiang and
The Book Thief
Saved by Jiachen Jiang and
Thank you. For Max Vandenburg, those were the two most pitiful words he could possibly say, rivaled only by I’m sorry. There was a constant urge to speak both expressions, spurred on by the affliction of guilt.
I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.
If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.
AN OBSERVATION A pair of train guards. A pair of grave diggers. When it came down to it, one of them called the shots. The other did what he was told. The question is, what if the other is a lot more than one?
Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it’s so they can die being right.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
Living was living. The price was guilt and shame.