"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."
"As always, one of her books was next to her."
"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."
"Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced."
"The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career."
"Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die."