The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them . . . Some looked appealingly at those who had come to observe their humiliation, this prelude to their deaths. Others pleaded for someone, anyone to step forward and catch them in their arms. No one did.

The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.