One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.

Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?

You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead.

They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.

I think, as the writer, you're always going to mourn something [left out of a film]. But you also just want to know there's a good reason for it being left out. On the whole, you want to give something to somebody creative. The worst thing you can do is say, "Here, be creative, but do it like I want you to do it." I was always very mindful of that.