Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.

The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.

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

She kept watching the words.