Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.
Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.
My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.
The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.
Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.