One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.

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.

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?