... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.
...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.
What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy
Even death has a heart.
My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.
At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of.