He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.

The dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.

Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.

Grimly, she realized that clocks don't make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I carry them away.- spoken by death