You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.

She wanted none of those days to end, and it was always with disappointment that she watched the darkness stride forward.

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

There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

We expressed love for this dog by ... knowing without showing that we cared for him.

Even enemies were an inch away from friendship.