Death

"The night was dark but her story was bright."

"To be honest, I find it hard to take your luck away."

"She stole books to escape the cruelty of the world."

"His heart was still beating, still fighting, still alive."

"The accordion played, the words flowed, and for a moment, there was peace."

"She wanted to scream, but words were her weapon now."

"Every human has at least one thing worth noticing."

"I watched her grow from a girl to a woman, and I could not look away."

"In the basement of the house, a man and a girl shared more than fear."

"She lived without words and then she lived only through them."

"The sky was that color again. That strange, dark, violent color."

"I wanted her to live. I wanted her to survive."

"Death had come for so many, but not for her. Not yet."

"I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right."

"The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both."

"I am haunted by humans."

"She was a girl with a mountain to climb."

"It kills me sometimes, how people are."

"I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her that she didn't already know?"

"Rudy was the sort of boy who fertilized people's dreams."

"The human child."

"This is the time I truly detest being human, or machine, or whatever I am."

"All she wanted was yellow eyes looking at her with patience and care."

"She was a thief."

"I am Death, and I have never been busier."

"The war had begun and Liesel had missed it."

"He was her best friend. Not her imaginary friend, but her real, actual, physical best friend."

"I wanted to ask her how the words tasted."

"Liesel, I came to the conclusion, was not a stupid girl."

"The book thief stole the mayor's library."