You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.

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.

Is it a crime to be strong?' That's something you might have asked. And I would have answered by asking the opposite question...'Is it a crime to be weak?

There is no happiness for people at the expense of other people.

As Beverly Hills becomes more Iranian-Jewish, it is becoming politically conservative.

No man should be allowed to be the President who does not understand hogs, or hasn't been around a manure pile.

Everything can change, but not the language that we carry inside us, like a world more exclusive and final than one's mother's womb.

Film is something that came later into my life.

I generally had to give in.

By concentrating our attention on the effect rather than the causes, we can avoid the laborious, nearly impossible task of trying to detect and deflect the many psychological influences on liking.

E-mail is interesting. We can't live with it, and you can't live without it.