Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

You might argue that I make the rounds no matter what year it is, but sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.

I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.

A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.

My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.