You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.
I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.
An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.
Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.