Maybe one morning I’ll wake up and step outside of myself to look back at the old me lying dead among the sheets.

One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.

I read some books that were the right books for me. I read them and I didn't even notice turning the pages anymore. I thought, "That's what I want to do with my life."

Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.

The conversation of bullets.

A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH I do not carry a sickle or scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

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