She even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man. Her fingertips are made of love.

I'm not a writer who refuses to talk about a book until I've finished.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

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.

Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.