You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

The beauty of my work is that my sets cost nothing. That's what I love about being a writer of novels.

Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again, and would go to his grave without them.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.