Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

I think 'The Lord Of The Rings' is the mother of all cult books, because you can be in that cult and not even know you're in it.

When I was growing up, I wanted to be a house painter like my father, but I was always screwing up when I went to work with him. I had a talent for knocking over paint and painting myself into corners. I also realized fairly quickly that painting bored me.

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.

You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.