How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

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.

I hate nobody except Hitler--and that is professional.

That man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more garnering the simple goodness of a life.

I know it sounds corny, but when you follow your dreams, it happens. And if it's music, take it seriously.

My wife (Maria) is the best reason to come home.

How slow life is, how violent hope is.

The experience of Eternity right here and now, is the function of life.

You have to be smart enough not to dismiss where you came from. It may not be all we are, but it makes up for a great deal.

I think declaring a no fly zone over foreign soil is tantamount to an act of war.

I'd love to do a Columbo-type detective character in a series.

God does not guide those who want to run their own life. He only guides those who admit their need of His direction and rely on His wisdom.