...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.

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.

In man, the things which are not measurable are more important than those which are measurable.

I think some people found the production took away from the actual songs, which I can understand.

A man was found dead covered in sprinkles, strawberry sauce and a flake. Reports said he may have topped himself.

There was one thing I was never going to do--no way: preach at a crusade!

All very successful commanders are prima donnas and must be so treated.

Focus on your customers and make that restaurant synonymous to where you are in terms of area.

When I ran for governor of Minnesota, I only raised $300,000.

. . . Change is the nursery Of musicke, joy, life and eternity.

People have defining moments, i suppose, especially when they're children.