The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

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.

Be good to feel good and to attract good.

We are only so free that others may be free as well as we.

I got a Super 8 camera when I was eight years old, and I just wanted to tell stories - I love telling stories.

Most scripts are so linear and simplistic in their plotline.

I'm woefully one-track-minded.

And it's tough traveling. You know, the hotels and the airports and all that. That part, eating and getting around to the hotel room and then going on.

They ended as all great passions do end - by a misunderstanding.

The only wounds that define us are the wounds of Jesus Christ.

I hated having to go out on the block and scramble - that's the worst job in the world, especially if you ain't making any real money.

Lack of desire is the greatest riches.