...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It's because you're seeing it backwards.

Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

The conversation of bullets.

The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.

Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars.