His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come. Those sou...
His eyes did not do anything that shock normally describes. No snapping, no slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.
He’s telling Liesel’s story to prove to himself that humans can be beautiful and selfless and worthwhile.
Her mouth jittered. Her cold arms were folded. Tears were frozen to the book thief’s face.
Her knees entered the ground. Her moment had arrived. Still in disbelief, she started to dig. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t— Within seconds, snow was carved into her skin. Froz...
Her face was severe but smiling. What the hell did you do with my hairbrush, you stupid Saumensch, you little thief?...The tirade went on for perhaps another minute, with Liesel making a desperate sug...
He's waking her in every moment.Disturbing her.Reaching through her and abandoning her at the same time.He throws her down and takes her and cuts her open. The bedspring leaks - a howling, desperate n...
He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.
He was tall and abrupt and exactly the kind of guy you wanted to be walking the streets with.
He was hanging from one of the rafters in a laundry up near Frau Diller's. Another human pendulum. Another clock, stopped.
He walked from one end of the basement to the other, the lamplight magnifying his shadow. It turned him into a giant on the wall, walking back and forth. When he stopped pacing, his shadow loomed behi...
He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.
Have me, they said, and there was no stopping them. They were frightened, no question, but they were not afraid of me. It was a fear of messing up and having to face themselves again, and facing the w...
Hans Hubermann held his hand out and presented a piece of bread, like magic.
Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. No one can play like you.-Liesel
For a moment, I panic. It's that feeling of falling when you know without question, that you've lost control of your car, or made a mistake that's beyond repair. 'What do I do now?' I ask desperately....
For a few minutes, they all forgot. There was no more yelling or calling out, but they could not contain the small snaches of laughter. They were only humans, playing in the snow, in a house.
Footsteps crease the grass behind us.
Fingers touch the pages. They turn me. I continue on. I always do. All is big. The
Everything was so desperately noisy in the dark when he was alone. Each time he moved, there was the sound of a crease. He felt like a man in a paper suit.