Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

I thought what if death is more like thinking, well, war is like the boss at your shoulder, constantly wanting more, wanting more, wanting more, and then that gave me the idea that Death is weary, he's fatigued, and he's haunted by what he sees humans do to each other because he's on hand for all of our great miseries.

Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again, and would go to his grave without them.