People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

I’m Angelina,” she says. “Are you here to save us?” I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes. “You’re right, Angelina - I’m here to save you.” “Can you? Really?” “I’ll try,” I say and the girl smiles.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

The Gunman is useless. I know it. He knows it. The whole bank knows it.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

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.

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.