The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.

I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.

Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.