Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

My mouth opened. It happened. Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling. Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

The dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.

You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany