She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.

A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.