You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

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

I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

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

… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.

In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.