A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)

She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.

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

I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.

That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

Smile with instinct, then lick your wounds in the darkest of dark corners. Trace the scars back to your own fingers and remember them.

The day was gray, the color of Europe.