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.

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

When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.

I only know that all of those people would have sensed me that night, excluding the youngest of the children. I was the suggestion. I was the advice, my imagined feet walking into the kitchen and down the corridor.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.