Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.

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.

Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.

Don’t put your wand there, boy! ... Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!

If you’re going to give up after few attempts, bear it in mind that your struggles are going to be wasted.

Start local, think global & constantly raise the bar of excellence.

We need schools to force kids to learn things they have no use for.

And if I don't be there by morning, she'll know that I must've spent the night in jail.

Much of the visualizing is imaginative.

Minds are like parachutes - they only function when open.

It's no fun for an actor to keep repeating what you did before. It's always changing. I'm changing. The target keeps moving. That's the beauty of it.

My mom always encouraged me, it was never weird. She'd look at 'Heavy Metal' and go 'Woo-hoo!'