As always, one of her books was next to her.

My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.

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

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

She was still clutching the book. She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.

She was still clutching the book.She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.

It'll be dark soon, Rudy.'He walked on. 'So what?''I'm going back.'Rudy stopped and watched her now as if she were betraying him. 'That's right, book thief. Leave me now. I bet if there was a lousy book at the end of this road, you'd keep walking. Wouldn't you?

I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS.

He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.She was the book thief without the words.Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.