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

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

The day was gray, the color of Europe.

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

Rudy handed it back. "Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially." "Why me?" "You know- your mama." "What about her?" Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.