It kills me sometimes, how people die.
There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes.
The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
One was a book thief. The other stole the sky.
If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.