"A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me."
"The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important."
"He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.She was the book thief without the words.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 rain."
"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."
"The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you."