When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.

I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.

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

I..." He struggled to answer. "When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the livingroom was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds." He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months. There was no anger or reproach. It was Papa who spoke. How did it look?" Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. "There were stars," he said. "They burned by eyes.

The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.

There are two magic acts I want to pull off when I write. One is creating a feeling that when you're inside a book, you believe everything you're reading even when you know it's not true. And the second is an extension of that, which is you know it's not true, you know it's not real, but you believe it anyway. And it's that believing of the story that isn't real that attracted me to writing and storytelling in general.

The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.