Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

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

"It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died."