One wild card was yet to be played.

At first, all is black and white. Black on white. That's where I'm walking, through pages. These pages. Sometimes it gets so that I have one foot in the pages and the words, and the other in what they speak of.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.

When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.