Quotes About Community

Clearly, said Arthur,you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.

Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn't. But is sure as hell wasn't heaven, either.

Quite frankly, so am I, because what I'm about to tell you is a fact. In this country, there is only one thing that can draw a crown without any shadow of a doubt. The answer? Beer. Free beer.

She couldn't ever see how broken he was, while the rest of us stood and watched them. She was in jeans, bare feet and T-shirt, and maybe that's what finished us off. She looked just like a Dunbar boy. With that haircut she was one of us.

It was pointless. The crowd was itself. There was no swaying it, squeezing through, or reasoning with it. You breathed with it and you sang its songs. You waited for its fire.

Mi nombre completo es Ed Kennedy. Tengo diecinueve años. Soy taxista menor de edad. Soy uno más de los muchos jóvenes que se ven en este pueblo próximo a la ciudad, sin demasiadas perspectivas ni posibilidades. Aparte de eso, leo más libros de los que debería, soy pésimo en la cama y un desastre haciendo la declaración de la renta. Encantado de conoceros.

Again, Himmel Street was a trail of people, and again, Papa left his accordion. Rosa reminded him to take it, but he refused. 'I didn't take it last time,' he explained, 'and we lived.' War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition.

There was the odd suburban thunderbolt, but they were mostly those people who'd found each other; they were golden and bright-lit and funny. Often they seemed in cahoots somehow, like jailbirds who wouldn't leave; they loved us, they liked us, and that was a pretty good trick.

Las calles de la ciudad estaban llenas de gente, pero la extranjera no se habría sentido más sola de haber estado desiertas.

The crowd was itself. There was no swaying it, squeezing through or reasoning with it. You breathed with it and you sang its songs. You waited for its fire.

It was a place nobody wanted to stay and look at, but almost everyone did. Shaped like a long, broken arm, the road contained several houses with lacerated windows and bruised walls. The Star of David was painted on their doors. Those houses were almost like lepers. At the very least, they were infected sores on the injured German terrain.

Me doy cuenta de que nada le pertenece ya y que ella pertenece a todo.

Vivimos aquí desde hace casi un año y nadie, absolutamente nadie, ha movido jamás un dedo para ayudarnos o hacer que nos sintamos bienvenidos. No es una queja, no me malinterpretes. No esperamos nada. La gente ya tiene suficientes problemas en su vida...

Papa grinned and pointed at the girl. "Book, sandpaper, pencil," he ordered her, "and accordion!" once she was already gone. Soon, they were on Himmel Street, carrying the words, the music, the washing.

Henry Street.

MEET A PRIEST DAY

When she made it down to Munich Street, the book thief swerved in and out of the umbrellaed men and women—a rain-cloaked girl who made her way without shame from one garbage can to another.

Non è questo posto, penso. Sono le persone. Saremmo stati gli stessi anche altrove. Ovunque.

It was a tradition for Frau Holtzapfel, one of their neighbors, to spit on the Hubermanns' door every time she walked past. The front door was only meters from the gate, and let's just say that Frau Holtzapfel had the distance—and the accuracy.

You're an idiot-but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

Papa- the accordionist- and Himmel Street. One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home.

When they come and ask you for one of your children," Barbara Steiner explained, to no one in particular, "you're supposed to say yes.

the threat of Jewish competition was taken away, but so were the Jewish customers