Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness. - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

"I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant...I AM HAUNTED BY HUMANS."

"Even death has a heart."

"Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?"

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

"It kills me sometimes, how people die."