THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.

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.

David Cameron is a C-3P0 made of ham.

At a certain level of learning and understanding, right or wrong ain't the issue, but different interest.

We all choke and the man who says he doesn't choke is lying like hell. We all leak oil.

It is not enough to succeed a friend must fail.

I don't possess a lot of self-confidence. I'm an actor so I simply act confident every time I hit the stage.

If you work hard, whatever you want, it will come to you. I know that's easier said than done, but keep trying.

If Hillary Clinton had policies that would more likely make people's lives better than Republicans, I'd be for Hillary. I'm for whoever will do that. I couldn't care less.

For the first time in my career, I'm working in a fine-arts arena, so I'm finally getting some intelligent reviews.

What we should be doing in the EU as a whole is more economic integration in the single market, rather than less.

Editing while you're writing is like strangling the baby in the crib.