More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
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 the rain.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
It’s a lot easier, she realised, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it.
There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes.
The colder he became, the more he melted.
As usual, I collected humans. I was tired. And the year wasn’t even halfway over yet.
The coat men wanted Rudy.
‘Could you look after my accordion, Liesel? I decided not to take it.’
A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn’t feel like this.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
Papa’s lovely silver eyes were already starting to rust, and Mama’s cardboard lips were fixed half-open, most likely the shape of an incomplete snore.
She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life.
Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones.
A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR I am haunted by humans.
