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

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.

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.

I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany

..As always, she was carrying the washing. Rudy was carrying two buckets of cold water, or as he put it, two buckets of future ice.

She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.