I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.

I try hard and aim big. People can hate or love my books but they can never accuse me of not trying.

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.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

I just want to write someone’s favorite book

Even death has a heart.

She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.