There was also a rumor that later in the day, she walked fully clothed into the Amper River and said something very strange. Something about a kiss. Something about a Saumensch. How many times did she have to say goodbye?

Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

***A Last note from your narrator*** I am haunted by humans.

Competence was attractive.

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.