When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.
What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy
The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.
He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.
Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.
She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.