Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.

The bombs were coming-and so was I.

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.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.

The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.