He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

When finally she finished and stood herself up, he put his arm around her, best-buddy style, and they walked on. There was no request for a kiss. Nothing like that. You can love Rudy for that, if you like.

She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.

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.

You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It's a great book-the greatest book you've ever read.

Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?