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.

Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy

Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.

...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

I like to tell students, 'I didn't burst on to the literary scene.' I'm never good at things at the beginning. I was terrible at the start. I need to work and work.