I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

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.

My dear lady, you have no idea just how scandalous I can be. ~Peter Viktor von Strassenberg, 1905

Learn your theories as well as you can, but put them aside when you touch the miracle of the living soul

I'm not afraid of anything other than spiritual annihilation. Where your soul is sucked into the void.

You can laugh when I talk, but not when I sing.

Then there is just running - I love it. I would go out and just run a 30-mile trail run if it didn't make me feel like crap for a week.

Some are made modest by great praise, others insolent.

Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect.

But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled making Christmas cards with the mentally ill. I want to live and I want to love. I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of.

A background of wrath, which can be stirred up to the murderous infernal pitch, does lie in every man.

I don't want to do an edgy show, I didn't want bad language. I think edginess is the new hackiness.