I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.

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 have just put this to see how much people can think, how much just follow what I say without thinking... (Just Simple Psychology)

Families help us learn what unconditional love is

One who understands much displays a greater simplicity of character than one who understands little

I'd like to thank ma da (dad)... my mum for doin' aw ma washin'

The challenge will be to get the big corporate customers giving them their business, but it might be difficult in reality.

I'm the gooney bird that walked to the bank. I'm doing better than most of those guys who said I was crazy.

To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.

I wanted to be free to write the way I wanted to write, and my impression of Christian publishing, at least in fiction, was that there wasn't room for what I wanted to write.

How should we begin to make amends for raising a generation obsessed with the pursuit of material wealth and indifferent to so much else?

Godliness is the child of truth, and it must be nursed by its own mother.