…Despite the mayhem that followed, Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuel’s hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go.
He didn’t want to play football. He wanted to be told the truth.
Don’t make it worse by thinking it’s more painful than it actually is.
What exactly was the difference? He wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms?
He looked the boy up and down as if he had never seen a child before and wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do with one: eat it, ignore it or kick it down the stairs.
Neither your mother nor I have any imagination at all and we certainly didn’t bring you up to have one
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas – too sad story. This book is very good and sad
I would have dearly liked to close the French doors between us for a bit of peace, but Mam wouldn’t allow it; she said that solitude would give me ideas and the last thing a boy of my age needed was ideas.
There is cruelty in the world Eliza, you can see that, can’t you?It surrounds us. It breathes on us. We spend our life trying to escape it.
You are not there, Father,” I cried. “I wake up at Gaudlin Hall, I spend most of my day there, I sleep there at night. And throughout it all there is but one thought running through my mind.”“And that is?”“This house is haunted.
No woman will ever take care of my children but me, she said. I will not allow it, do you understand?And after I am gone Madge Toxley, if you try to make them yours, then you will live to regret it.
We don’t have the luxury of thinking … Some people make all the decisions for us
Throughout my teenage years, I read ‘A Christmas Carol’ by Charles Dickens every December. It was a story that never failed to excite me, for as well as being a Dickens enthusiast, I have always loved ghost stories.