She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.

Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.

Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again, and would go to his grave without them.

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's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them