The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the relative you cringe to kiss.

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.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.

The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.