In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.
But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?
Whoever named Himmel Street certainly had a healthy sense of irony. Not that is was a living hell. It wasn't. But is sure as hell wasn't heaven, either.
One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.
The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.
...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.
She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.
There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. S...
Rudy handed it back. "Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially." "Why me?" "You know- your mama." "What about her?" Liesel was exercising the blatant right of every person who's ever belonged to a fami...
It's lucky I was there. Then again, who am I kidding? I'm in most places at least once, and in 1943, I was just about everywhere.
You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.
Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.
Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.
A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?
the music would look Liesel in the face. I know it sounds strange, but that’s how it felt to her.
It's pathetic how a man can stand by and do nothing as a whole nation cleans out the garbage and makes itself great" -Hans Junior
...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.
