Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

"The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you."

"Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?"

"The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important."

"It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation."

"***A KEY WORD*** Imagined"

"A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship."

"It kills me sometimes, how people die."

"Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness."

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

"A DEFINITION NOT FOUNDIN THE DICTIONARYNot leaving: an act of trust and love,often deciphered by children"

"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 souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places."

"Even death has a heart."

"Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die."

"How does it feel, anyway?"How does what feel?"When you take one of those books?"At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. "Well?"he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth.It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back."

"He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry."

"I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS."

"I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS."

"Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced."

"As always, one of her books was next to her."

"Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction."