Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.

I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.

How about a kiss, Saumensch?

You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

I certainly wasn't born with creative writing. Maybe there's a certain amount of learning and then it's up to the person. I think in the end it's your favourite books that are the best teachers. That's the way I've learned the most, by far.

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.