The conversation of bullets.

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.

I kept a very full diary of my relationship with Nixon, for some strange reason, until he became president.

I like the Beatles. They're at the core of my musicality. And John Lennon's my spiritual father.

Life is too short for men to take it seriously.

The thing about hope is that it doesn't go away even when it serves no purpose.

The most important thing is to find people that you enjoy - friends that you enjoy playing music with.

To-day is the pupil of yesterday

People exaggerate their own skills. they are optimistic about their prospects and overconfident about their guesses, including which managers to pick.

Acceptance is what we wish for ourselves and often deny others.

Falling in love is like owning a dog.

We did a book signing and people came up to me. There was an expectant mother who was like, "I think we might name our child Zach because of your work."