I was always reading books when I should have been doing math and the rest of it.

I love and hate this place because it is full of words.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

He killed himself for wanting to live.

All four of us were young and undaunted and our smiles were so strong that it made me smile even then on the couch, with a kind of loss.

When I was growing up, I wanted to be a house painter like my father, but I was always screwing up when I went to work with him. I had a talent for knocking over...

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.

A human doesn’t have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right...

For a moment, I debated whether I should tell someone about the words I’d started writing down, but I couldn’t. In a way, I felt ashamed, even though my writing was the one thing that...

She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened...

For a long time, she sat and saw.She had seen her brother die with one eye open, on still in a dream. She had said goodbye to her mother and imagined her lonely wait for...

The only people we want to blame are ourselves, because it will be ourselves that we rely upon.

The Proclaimers thunder through my head.Imagine it.Imagine killing someone to the tune of two Scottish nerds wearing glasses and flattop haircuts. How will I ever listen to that song again? What will I do if...

You don’t always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany

… And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins....

The Hubbermanns had two of their own (children), but they were older and had moved out…Soon they would be both in the war. One would be making bullets. The other would be shooting them.

I’m just another stupid human.

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

She stood up and took the book from him, and as he smiled over his shoulder at some other kids, she threw it away and kicked him as hard as she could in the vicinity...

…one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

Well, this is basically the end, so the answers should be in these next few pages. I doubt they will surprise you, but you never know. I don’t know how smart or thick you are....

You might well ask just what the hell he was thinking. The answer is, probably nothing at all.He’d probably say he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity.