I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death
If her soul ever leaks, I want it to land on me.
Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)
Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.
He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.
You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. "How, though?" Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. "Memorize it. Then write it down for him.