Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.

How about a kiss, Saumensch?

The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole. . .

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

I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

I am hunted by humans.

Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars.