The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.

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.

How is your book doing?" or "How many copies have you sold?" are the questions for a salesman. To a writer, you better ask "What did you write today?".

The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.

They [parents] can resist the impulse to "prove" their love by showering children with things they do not need and give them precisous time and attention instead.

Golf is played between the ears and if you are not 100 percent focused on what you are trying to do, then people will go past you no matter who you are.

If all men are born free, why is it that all women are born slaves?

You can't make your choices based on what critics think. You have to make your choices based on what's honest for you.

The man who feels himself ignorant should, at least, be modest.

The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.

I think that standing onstage on January 19th, and my father had just defied all expectations and won Iowa, was by far the most surreal moment.

I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.