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

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

Rudy handed it back. "Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially." "Why me?" "You know- your mama." "What about her?" Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.

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

She was a Jew feeder without a question in the world on that man's first night in Molching. She was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a teenage girl. (84.25)