At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.

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.

But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.

You'll have days of complete lack of faith in your abilities. But you have to keep coming back. That's when you know you're a writer - when you take the failures and appear at the desk again, over and over again.