The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.

That paper–it sits there, open at the employment section. It sits there like a war, and each small advertisement is another trench for a person to dive into. To hope and fight in.

I’ve wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through the city and wonder where they’ve been, and what the moments of their...

If I ever leave this place-I’ll make sure I’m better HERE first.

The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the...

Failure has been my best friend as a writer. It tests you, to see if you have what it takes to see it through.

I love the laughter of this night. Our footsteps run, and I don’t want them to end. I want to run and laugh and feel like this forever. I want to avoid any awkward moment...

On many counts, taking a boy like Rudy Steiner was robbery–so much life, so much to live for–yet somehow, I’m certain he would have loved to see the frightening rubble and the swelling of the...

That’s typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.

It’s much easier . . . to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.

They’re brainless girls, otherwise they wouldn’t be seen dead here. They’re pretty, with ugly, appealing smiles and conversations we can’t hear. They breathe smoke and blow it out, and words drop from their mouths and...

It feels nice to emerge from the lies.

It could be worse. I could be you.

I am haunted by humans.

I had many boxing matches with my brother in the backyard when we were younger, and I guess while other people abhor boxing for its brutality, I also have to admire anyone who climbs into...

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...

And it would show me, once again, that one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

I could smell something. Fear.I could taste it now.It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him …

the threat of Jewish competition was taken away, but so were the Jewish customers

See, I was never a guy who had a whole heap of friends to belong to. Besides Greg Fienni, I never really had friends. I kind of stayed on my own. I hated it, but...

Hair the color of lemons,'” Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. “You told him about me?”At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or...

And then there’s the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can’t touch, or at lips that don’t smile at me. Or hips that don’t reach for me. And hearts that don’t beat for...

Había una vez un hombre bajito y extraño que decidió tres cosas importantes acerca de su vida:1. Que se haría la raya del pelo en el lado contrario a todos los demás.2. Que se dejaría...

If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy’s confort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of...