...despite The Mayhem That Followed, Bruno Found

Don't Make It Worse By Thinking It's More Painful Than It Actually Is.

He Looked Down And Did Something Quite Out Of Character For Him: He Took Hold Of Shmuel's Tiny Hand In His And Squeezed It Tightly. "you're My Best Friend, Shmuel," He Said. "my Best Friend For Life.

The People I See From My Window. In The Huts, In The Distance. They're All Dressed The Same.' 'ah, Those People,' Said Father, Nodding His Head And Smiling Slightly. 'those People...well, They're Not People At All, Bruno.' Bruno Frowned. 'they're Not?' He Asked, Unsure What Father Meant By That.

Well You've Been Brought Here Against Your Will, Just Like I Have. If You Ask Me, We're All In The Same Boat. And It's Leaking.

I Was A Very Quiet Child, Quite Introverted, Really. Independent, Yes; I Didn't Need A Lot Of Supervision. Less So Than I Did When I Got Older, Maybe. But I Was A Bookish Child, Not Surprisingly. I Could Sit Quite Happily In A Corner For Hours And Entertain Myself With Books.