Sublime

But Sammy was not listening. He was flipping slowly through the pages of the first chapter, deciphering the action from the flow of wordless images across the page. Joe was aware of a strange warmth in his belly, behind his diaphragm, as he watched Sammy read his secret book. “I—I guess I could try to tell you—” he began. “It’s fine, I’m getting

John Ortberg hat dieses Gleichnis einmal in einer seiner Predigten auf wundervolle Weise verarbeitet. Was Jesus hier sagt, so Ortberg, ist: Jeder Mensch konstruiert sein Leben. Und das Baumaterial sind die Entscheidungen, die wir treffen. Niemand kann dieses Haus an unserer statt bauen! Es ist unser Haus. Wir sind dafür verantwortlich. Jede

She had kept her thick anorak on and was drinking whisky from a long-stemmed wine glass and using another as a lazy-man’s ashtray.

Ahmad Zahir

swung by Hohenwestedt to see whether Axel and Grethe Thomsen, good friends of his and Edith’s from Sweden,

He would know her handwriting anywhere.

And it was at that moment, as I stepped into the alley, that I knew what it was I was looking for. It was Betsie. It was Betsie I had missed every moment of every day since I ran to the hospital window and found that she had left Ravensbruck forever. It was Betsie I had thought to find back here in Haarlem, here in the watch shop and in the home

Amat will remember this evening as the start of something. Bobo as the end of something. For Peter it feels like belonging to something again, for Mumble it feels like belonging to something for the very first time. For Big City it’s like getting a second chance to be a little kid and fall head-over-heels in love with hockey again. How it feels for

Zane died.