How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.

Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.

I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the message.

The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany