At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger. The sky was dripping. Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn’t quite managed.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

It is one of the beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.

Temujin nodded. He had every intention to do his bit in the battle, like his mother.

Inequalities of Fate very curious. Should like, on this account, to believe in Reincarnation.

A truly open mind means forcing our imaginations to conform to the evidence of reality, and not vice versa.

One fine day as my mother was putting the bread in the oven, I went up to her and taking her by her flour-smeared elbow I said to her, Mama I want to be a painter.

Performance has to be mainstream art. This is what I'm fighting for.

I definitely think that fashion is a form of art and love that people can express themselves through what they wear.

How can it be that the most wonderous and sacred human space - the womb - has become a place of unutterable violence?

life is like a jigsaw puzzle, you have to see the whole picture, then put it together piece by piece!

Public money ought to be touched with the most scrupulous consciousness of honor.