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

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

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

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

A book floated down the Amper River. A boy jumped in, caught up to it, and held it in his right hand. He grinned. He stood waist-deep in the icy, Decemberish water. “How about a kiss, Saumensch?” he said.

Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.