I just want to write someone’s favorite book

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.

People says it gets easier. People are stupid."-Vlad

I think music is seasonal. In the summer my taste changes.

Uselessness, she thought, was the permanent condition of parenthood.

I havent had a big hit record in America since 1987.

Glorious is the tumult of the waves that crash against a vessel, preparing it for the seas of life.

I have won elections and I have lost elections.

Your joy comes from how you think, the choices that we make in life.

If we do more with less, our response will be adequate to take care of everybody.

Shudder, in fact, is not quite the word for the feeling. Feeling is not quite the word for the feeling. How's bathing at knifepoint in the phlegm of the dead? Is that a feeling?

Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.