The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.
The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.
If I ever leave this place-I’ll make sure I’m better HERE first.
the threat of Jewish competition was taken away, but so were the Jewish customers
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.
One day, Liesel.’ he said, ‘you’ll be dying to kiss me.