"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."
"Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay"we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced."
"Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced."
"Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?"
"Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction."
"It kills me sometimes, how people die."