Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.

The Germans in basements were pitiable, surely, but at least they had a chance. That basement was not a washroom. They were not sent there for a shower. For those people, life was still achievable.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.