We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.

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.

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.

Only one English word adequately describes his transformation of the islands from worthless to priceless: magical.

Work means so many things! So many! Among other things work also means freedom. ... Without it even the miracle of love is only a cruel deception.

We can trust ourselves to know when our boundaries are being violated.

The missional church is not a new trend or the latest new technique for reaching postmodern people.

Once you sit in front of people and start playing songs, it's all on you. No matter what happens, it's entirely your responsibility the entire time. I like that intensity.

London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.

I work extremely hard doing what I love, mainly to ensure that I don't have to work extremely hard doing what I hate.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

Architecture is bound to situation. And I feel like the site is a metaphysical link, a poetic link, to what a building can be.