It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

It’s all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won’t let anyone else do it. That’s when you get your back up and show loyalty.

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.