Tell me something, because I don’t understand. . . .Tell me,Rosa, how she can sit there ready to die while I still want to live. Why do I want to live? I shouldn’t want to, but I do.
What took you so long?
I should have stayed.
Please, Michael, it’s not your fault.
Mama, I’m sorry, I should have stayed with you.
You’re bleeding again.
Look! Rudy WAIT!
Well, should we take a look? There’s glass. The windshield is everywhere. Don’t come, Liesel.
What? Was hast du gesagt? What did you say?
I know you.There was a train and a coughing boy. There was snow and a distraught girl. You’ve grown, but I recognize you. She did not back away or try to fight me, but I know that something told the girl I was there. Could she smell my breath?
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! He’s alive
PAPA, PAPA, PAPA!
LSE and the smoke-filled streets and the poor, lost, wandering souls. And poor Reinhold Zucker.