Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.

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 regret not achieving enough success in life, they should regret missing many opportunities in life.

Creating anything that never existed before is not sanity.

The only peace the only security is in fulfillment.

Man makes a great fuss about this planet which is only a ballbearing in the hub of the universe.

How a club is run is what matters to me. The fewer board members, the better. If it's 18, I'm just not interested.

The William Morris Agency handled me. In that business, you're only as good as your last picture.

Mac OS is just as vulnerable as Microsoft Windows

Being called gorgeous is not a bad thing! But at the same time, I don’t want to thrive on people’s opinions of me.

If the government can't get the black man justice, then it's time for the black man to get some justice for himself.

I tore the dreams from my head and tossed them in the flames. And the smoke smelled like my past, and it stung my eyes but I was too stubborn to blink.