She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend Rudy Steiner soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and i...
She gave her a reason to write her own words, to see that words had also brought her to life. Don't punish yourself, she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be...
She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your acco...
See, Cameron. The only things I care about in this life are me, you, Mum, Dad, Steve and Sarah. And maybe Miffy. The rest of the world means nothing to me. The rest of the world can rot.'Am I like tha...
Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. he must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for...
Quando dici una bugia, dopo devi essere coerente. Lo sanno tutti.
People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour...
Papa- the accordionist- and Himmel Street.One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home.
Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
Papa grinned and pointed at the girl. Book, sandpaper, pencil, he ordered her, and accordion! once she was already gone. Soon, they were on Himmel Street, carrying the words, the music, the washing.
One thing I’ve noticed about the Germans: They seem very fond of pigs.
Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place, with more foreign people. Alone.
No one’s urine smells as good as your own.
Nije to neka velika stvar, ali valjda je stvarno istina – velike stvari tek su male stvari koje ljudi zamjećuju.
Me, I'm known for bruises and levelheadedness, for height and muscle and blasphemy, and the occasional sentimentality.
Me maravilla lo que los humanos son capaces de hacer aunque estén llorando a lágrima viva, que sigan adelante, tambaleantes, tosiendo, rebuscando y hallando.
Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving.
Lua and Marie are holding hands.They look like they’re so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house.Lua kisses her.Just softly on the lips.And she kisse...
Look at the colors, Papa said. It's hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them.
Ljudi su ponekad prelijepi. Ne po izgledu. Ne po riječima. Već samo po onome što jesu.