The silence was always the greates temptation.

If they killed him tonight, at least he would die alive.

Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky, dark, dark chocolate.

How does it feel, anyway?" How does what feel?" When you take one of those books?" At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. "Well?" he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth. It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.

You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. "How, though?" Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. "Memorize it. Then write it down for him.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis.