Rudy handed it back. "Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially." "Why me?" "You know- your mama." "What about her?" Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a family. It's all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won't let anyone else do it. That's when you get your back up and show loyalty.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

How about a kiss, Saumensch?

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

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

It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. You bastards, she thought. You lovely bastards. Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.