The bombs were coming-and so was I.

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.

… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.

Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.

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

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.