Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

She gave 'The Dream Carrier' to Max as if words alone could nourish him.

Something I'd like to be perfect at? ... Loving you,' I said. The words climbed from my mouth. 'I'd want to be perfect at loving you.

She rubbed her eyes, and after a long study of his face, she spoke "Is it really you?" Is it from your cheek, she thought, that I took the seed? The man nodded. His heart wobbled and he held tighter to the branches. It is.

It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.

Liesel shrugged away entirely from the crowd and entered the tide of Jews, weaving through them till she grabbed hold of his arm with her left hand. His face fell on her. It reached down as she tripped, and the Jew,the nasty Jew, helped her up. It took all of his strength.