But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.

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

I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

As always, one of her books was next to her.