There were stars. They burned my eyes.

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

I'm just another stupid human.

The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.

She was a girl with a mountain to climb.