Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

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

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them . . . Some looked appealingly at those who had come to observe their humiliation, this prelude to their deaths. Others pleaded for someone, anyone to step forward and catch them in their arms. No one did.

I just want to write someone’s favorite book

She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.