Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.

But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.

Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.

You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies. I've seen millions of them. I've seen more eclipses than I care to remember

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.