An attribute of Rosa Hubermann, she was a good woman for a crisis.
The water crumbles on it’s way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it’s being painted around me.
There were not many people who could say that their education had been paid for with cigarettes.
The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it.
Grimly, she realized that clocks don’t make a sound that even remotely resembles ticking, tocking. It was more the sound of a hammer, upside down, hacking methodically at the earth. It was the sound of a grave.
The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn’t be any of this.
You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.
The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see now he was not believing. He was trying to believe it, and that’s never a good sign.
The bombs were coming-and so was I.
You cannot be afraid, Read the book. Smile at it. It’s a great book-the greatest book you’ve ever read.
The book thief has struck for the first time – the beginning of an illustrious career.
Liesel’s blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don’t ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.
It’s a lot easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it. This would still take time.
They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.
Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?
Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death.
So many humans. So many colors.
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies. I’ve seen millions of them. I’ve seen more eclipses than I care to remember.