Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?

The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you." -Liesel

Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.

When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.