I Am the Messenger

by Markus Zusak

It takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

I also fear that nothing really ends at the end. Things just keep going as long as memory can wield its ax, always finding a soft part in your mind to cut through and enter.

I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.

If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they’re capable of.