All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.
Markus ZusakA book floated down the Amper River. A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held it in his right hand. He grinned. He stood waist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water. “How about a kiss, Saumensch?” he said.
Markus Zusak