for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.
Markus ZusakIt would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.
Markus ZusakYes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.
Markus Zusak