Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.

The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

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

You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.

When we move apart, she looks at me again, till a small tear lifts itself up in her eye. It trips out to find a wrinkle and follows it down.