Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.

Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.

I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.

You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

I just know that right now, we want to be proud. For once. We want to take the struggle and rise above it. We want to frame it, live it, survive it. We want to put it in our mouths and taste it and never forget it, because it makes us strong.

The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?