(no subject)
"She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half.
Then a chapter.
Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn’t be any of this. Without words, the Führer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better.
What good were the words? "
~The Book Thief (Markus Zusak)
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
Comment to be added