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I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them
I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.
Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.
I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.
The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.
Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.
Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.
Have faith, Ed, all right?' I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.
He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.
...and the night is so deep and dark that I wonder if the sun will ever come up.
My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.
Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.
Only in today's sick society can a man be persecuted for reading too many books.
It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.
Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.
The human child – so much cannier at times than the stupefyingly ponderous adult.
One of the best things about her was that she actually acknowledged my existence.
Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.
When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)
The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.
Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.
Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.
Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.
You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.
We expressed love for this dog by ... knowing without showing that we cared for him.
I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.
The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.
Handfuls of frosty water can make almost anyone smile, but it cannot make them forget.
How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death
It's not the place, I think. It's the people. We'd have all been the same anywhere else.
Every time you find something that doesn't work, you're a step closer to what does work.
It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them
Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.
Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.
She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.
...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.
It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.
All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.
Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.
Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes.
I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.
When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.