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

The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it.

You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.

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.

Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.

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. . .