Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars.
Markus ZusakHe's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.
Markus ZusakThe question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?
Markus Zusak