The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.

And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.

Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.