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

Failure has been my best friend as a writer. It tests you, to see if you have what it takes to see it through.

When she faced the noise, she found the mayor’s wife in a brand-new bathrobe and slippers. On the breast pocket of the robe sat an embroidered swastika. Propaganda even reached the bathroom.

It kills me sometimes, how people die.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.

It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them

How about a kiss, Saumensch?