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

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.

What would you do if you were me? Tell me. Please tell me! But you're far from this. Your fingers turn the strangeness of these pages that somehow connect my life to yours. Your eyes are safe. The story is just another few hundred pages of your mind. For me, it's here. It's now. I have to go through with this, considering the cost at every turn. Nothing will be the same.

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

Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.