A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

It's a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

I am hunted by humans.

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.

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.