Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

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.

Never give up hope, no matter how dark things may seem.

They travel long distances to stroll along the seashore, for reasons they can't put into words.

Cadets can neither be treated as schoolboys or soldiers.

No more, ' I told him. 'No more running in the wrong direction... You run to me'.

Mick Jagger is in better shape than far too many NBA players. It's up in the air whether the same can be said of Keith Richards.

I'm not at a point in my life when I'm analyzing too much.

There is luck in chess. My opponent was lucky that he was playing against an idiot.

If he was lost for a moment, he would dive straight back into its honey.

We need silence to be able to touch souls.

No woman has ever been an authentic genius of the stature of men, but that does not enrage me