How does it feel, anyway?" How does what feel?" When you take one of those books?" At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. "Well?" he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth. It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.

A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?

You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.

Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

You can't eat books, sweetheart.

Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.

Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.