Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you." -Liesel

Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.

A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?

...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you." -Liesel

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.