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 was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible. He stands over your shoulder repeating one thin, incessantly: 'Get it done, get it done.' So you work harder. You get the job done. The boss, however, does not thank you. He asks for more.

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

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.