I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need... - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
"I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life."
"I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life."
"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."
"***A KEY WORD*** Imagined"
"Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness."
"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."
"He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry."