Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

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.

If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon.

Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain.

You've ruined me, baby. I'm yours...you've got me under your spell.

Justice is rendering each killer that which is his due.

A lot of people have it in for me. It's practically a school sport.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Let me say it diplomatically: Most religions are tribal to some degree.

Come on, Rachel!" Jenks shrilled. "You're a badass, not a bad witch!

I've just sort of jumped into relationships and moved in with people way too soon.

It's so dense, every single image has so many things going on.