People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

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.

When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone—‘I didn’t mean to startle her.

The sense of fulfillment is often hidden in acts of kindness

This is the purpose of life, is it not? To create life is the greatest act a living creature can commit.

Ask me that again next month, when you're all in Dhaka and I'm in Rome, watching Chelsea playing Lazio!

In general my children refuse to eat anything that hasn't danced in television.

I want to train my kids so where they are the only believers they can stand on their own two feet and teach others.

I think my greatest ambition in life is to pass on to others what I know.

I've never had anything but the freedom to do what I wanted just as long as it made me happy.

No one is really going to help you or give you direction. In fact, the odds are against you.

The irony of the information age is that it lends credibility to uninformed opinion.