He killed himself for wanting to live.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.

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.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.

She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.