A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.

She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.

It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.