Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.

..As always, she was carrying the washing. Rudy was carrying two buckets of cold water, or as he put it, two buckets of future ice.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

How about a kiss, Saumensch?

Personally, I like a chocolate-covered sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see - the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.