It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

So many humans. So many colors.

It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them

I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?" You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.

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.

The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.

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.