For Liesel Meminger, the early stages of 1942 could be summed up like this:She became thirteen years of age. Her chest was still flat. She had not yet bled. The young man from her basement was now in...

Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. I'm coming back some day, they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore.

Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn’t covered with woad.He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer. Her lips parted. His tongue swept in. Her...

Don’t pack your bags just yet, stay awhile,Don't try to run away to higher ground,You're in my twisted clouds of sad misfortune,And you are such an entertaining crowd!(I’ve never had such cheerful toy...

Didn't you, he asked, have meexorcised?Me? My own voice rocketed up about ten octaves. Me? Jesse, of course not. I would never do that. I mean, you know I would never do something like that. That kid...

Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.

Compulsion is the death of friendship, joy.

Come, daddy, Harry doesn't want to talk to us right now. He's just too polite to say it. ~Luna Lovegood

COLBIE: I'm an optimist. I believe in love and romance and happily ever after.

All at once, something wonderful happened, although at first, it seemed perfectly ordinary. A female goldfinch suddenly hove into view. She lighted weightlessly on the head of a bankside purple thistl...

I believe life is an intelligent thing: that things aren't random.

A government is not legitimate merely because it exists.

To Confess Is To Surrender

Surrender to God.

O bed! O bed! Delicious bed! That heaven on earth to the weary head!

The small courtesies sweeten life the greater ennoble it.

Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone./Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline./18 and life you got it.

Intimacy with God is what determines our exploits

Fame is vanity's bait.

Credibility comes from results. Everything else is just marketing.